I used to have a friend who had a devastating poem which ended with the line, “for you I had good intentions”. She recounted being in a perfect relationship, the kind that required no poetry to be created about it. It was a kind of sad, lonesome poem which always reminded me of the fact that no one likes to sit at home writing poetry, or depressed songs if they are on the up.
I am on the up! So no time for blogging!
Saw the beautiful desert last week.
Went for a beautiful ride this morning.
And then BQ-Andrew built my self-efficacy and pointed me to Cycling Fans. Wow. I shall watch on the line. Can I tweet my solo party if I sit in bed in a vintage jersey? Somehow that seems strange.
No stranger than pronouncing Leo-pard the French way.
Or selling product with naked.
Or negotiating a leave pass from your wife. You have never been able to get on top of your gears.
God. Even this post has taken far too long out of my sunny day.
eleanor j jackson 
It’s very special to know that I have contributed to the efficacy of another self.
Not sure about Lazer helmet man. Maybe I’m just jealous. Have you seen that other helmets-are-hot site? :-)