Where I'm from at 9:30 PM the pizzaria is getting ready to close. This is amazing by my understanding of the world and its pattern of being always open. I heard a friend having a wedding I'm going to help his memories last forever. Something I struggle to admit I love pictures of myself. I am upset because of an order being forgotten recently. Learning has come easy when it's about getting refunded. The weather may rain on me tomorrow, I'm going to pre ride the 30 mile single speed a palooza race course. Best of luck to all the riders on Sunday. I'm going to make sure your bothered by an armadillo in the deeps of your dreams like I was in the head of my day. The day was like any other and it just happened, it was scared creative and that armadillo.

I haven't posted much since the Wawayanda Spring Cleaning. It skipped me that blogging is important in keeping a methodical record of my life. Today if I was a better blogger I would have had more hoop invisibility contact. Meaning it was the hoop in sight however the spokes spinning swiftly seemed invisible with their opacity. I was riding rollers today on my fixed gear, which to those not cycling knowledged it was stationary. The week went by with my job of chair person in a meeting group beginning, I am new to it although it was easier by the end of the meeting. Time also got used restoring a photograph I broke in a spit of rage, I learned a lot of myself doing so. Photo restoration is a timely process, and something I can do for anyone. The Single-Speed-A-Palooza is next weekend, I am going to pre-ride the racecourse on my mountain bike. It has been raining since last Sunday and let off today. The air is brisk yet for May it is cold. Grow flowers, they're beautiful and in fashion this time of the year here in New Jersey.

We all know something to learn. It was an eventful weekend. The High Point Hill Climb and Spring Cleaning cross country race was held. I decided to stop participating in contest because the easy life is prefered. People like to complicate it, greatly. I don't appreciate it, there is no shared feeling in racing. Aside from it, it is a spectator friendly sport that I encourage all to find the time and visit. Since I photograph, I like the complex rhythm I find myself in while at these events. I really have parts in the events I don't care for. It felt good to be sober while developing some pictures. Supposing this highlight keeps me composed, I'll wreck if the past way of thinking is how to operate my facility. The camera has always gained my freedoms, I am working on it. My hate comes from underappreciation, which is unsurprising because of how terrible people treat themself. The work I make is however, I just don't share the feeling. I leave so much passion in each artwork piece, it is my output. Functionally what it needs, it'll get but it should be printed. Photography is awfully stressful, it's sometimes impossible to rub your own back numb. Sporadically it has events that are encouraging, and upon defeats from those that aren't I know my pleasure waits. In my hypercritical mindset I hope the beautiful imagery that falls off my lust list ends in the collection of the roaring times of leisure. Without me I have nothing for you to share.

I'm learning, its existence hasn't been eluding me. Knowledge has been easy coming, I'm using it. I have my display calibrating at the moment. I have my printer docked for setup. I hung some artwork in New York yesterday, I have to recollect my tools and expand my invintiry. By going to the hardware store I plan to get masonry screws, anchors, and bits. Luckily my iPhone camera is acting weird, it produces some awesome pictures. The interface is jamming though, I am more into being creative than upset! Today I just have overcast sky's, no sun screen day. Why veggies know why, I'm inside all day. The trails are wet from rain storms last night, so I'm not going out on them, or out at all yet. I'm going to get back to my friend's text as he has replied about his trip bicycling across the USA. Cheers and pears from That Armadillo

Gecco

I miss the lizards of Florida, they're so fun in the woods. Also I think it's bear season, it seems they'll be showing up. I plan on taking out the fat bike tomorrow, for some forest time. I am going into Wawayanda and going easy to moderate in my pace. I ran today 4.9 miles, 5K was uphill. Guessing I'll feel okay come morning. During my run I spat, found a feather and the rain falling up was the noise I heard according to my basic thoughts. It is more technically built, to say what I wrote however I did construct it. Criticizing my privacy is not fair, when not my entire thought was put on. Since it was a conscious string it was only enacted by the action. I much enjoyed the run, hopefully tomorrow I can ride. I am waiting on a marionette to restring.

Monkey Knife Fight

So the snow came and wimped me from trying it. The officials called the Monkey Knife Fight before beginning it. The snow began falling around the official start time, at the staging area. I am glad, it looked menacing only making me want to attempt it. I'm happily deciding on the new rig for the quivver. Something for gravel is the required thing. It's going to be amazing whatever it is. I have been riding less and plan on getting a training log. Today I did push ups, sit ups, leg lifts, and integrated some yoga. I plan to rotate stretches daily and make strength conditioning close to natural. Thanks for reading, That Armadillo

Happiness to me is not something I have, it became something I get from creating it. Art has been my creation prose often, which is coming from the cycling background. Photographing the sport and its reflection the last decade has made me literate. The struggle is real to get to apportion skill sets past one. I have many wich one includes restoration of artwork, it's been my most recent job. Leaving the pizza shop behind, never not thankful for my gracious friend who hooked me upon the job there. Looking forward to editing my thoughts and creating more art. I was cleared to gratify myself with new things, making my happiness. It isn't something I think and have and like instantaneous it exists, that kind of thought can exhaust us. One day at a time , tracing our life is going to make that contrast. We know the difference, only sometime we find that in the tire we leave behind. Monkey Knife Fight has coming and it might rain, poor us. That Armadillo

Dinner is ready, my bath isn't started and I still have my cycling clothes on. I assume you know what I am doing in what order. After riding the bike park at Mountain Creek today I feel great. Since the fatbike is my primary cycle and it hasn't suspension my learning curve is like climbing to the top of Hamburg Mountain from the valley. Seriously that climb is rough, and I took off since last Sunday riding. I am expecting cold snow and roller sessions tomorrow. No kidding, I hope a monster flake fest comes and fresh powder sessions go down. I had a miniature snow session on the ski resort patches today. I have been practicing lighting control in my studio setting, an essential task to tackle. My values of thought have been number on account of my practice. I have thoughts to frame some artwork too. I also want to learn leafing process. I have mentors in my life again, not ever is enough enough. I invented a new dance today called the dewey decimal, it is a dance for a small space like in a bathtub. It fits in the same area a card catalogue drawer pulls out to be. Monkey Knife Fight is going to be a heck of a grinder, I am still planning this being grape nuts of fun. From That Armadillo

Happy Easter is something I don't quite understand. A bunch of people like a guy and a bunch of people don't so they kill him and suddenly after they think he is dead, he runs away. If I killed anybody I would be near displeased they got away. However I used the holiday to cruise the bicycle. Fat bicycle everything everywhere anyway. I took it through the parks and trampled up a Wildlife Management Area, and met a guy with an epic ride trial head property. For those wondering, yes we have access to it. Next I met a guy on the phone with Jimmy, he says if you can climb that you can climb stairs. It humbled me into remembering those who cannot climb stairs. The comments of fat tires and no suspension linger like a long lost lover. I went under the lines long enough to find the Warner Brothers old Jungle Habitat. I rode their single track until dusk, at night fall I was finishing the race course on the Bear Scat 50 in the Wawayanda State Park. Under 50 miles in the day were ridden, with some tweaking the loop is going to be like an MP3 on repeat. The record of parks in a day went up pretty steep, I'm getting to let it climb. It was my ride because I wasn't sore from the Hell of Hunterdon the day before. I have been wrong about a license I wanted, good news for me. Oh look for me in the www.

It seems trail maintenance at KVSP has been and is dormant. The fallen trees have been down, and in the way long enough. We're talking about WAIST high trees, in places that don't have easy go around lines available. To go around theses neglected features; which I believe they are, we are going off the trial and ruining the wilderness. The bike shop that sponsored the group fixing the park closed too, not that it should be any reason for neglect. Last year the day before H2H (when H2H meant something) race day, a tree fell on the race course and a go around was put in for the race. Your trail maintenance after the race never included removing the tree, why? Was this because the park asked to leave it in the way? The last talk I made with the park super intendant was pro cycling in the woods, so his opinion was most likely not targeted in keeping the cyclist away. Hurting myself on the trees is not only a financial obligation, forcing me to maintain a single speed for this park but the limbs that have not been cleared after falling hurt my skin. Look I'm into serenity of trail maintenance, but last years dirt jump construction was rogue and waste of time it could have been clearing fallen trees. ----- Took a 19.1 Mile ride at Wawayanda State Park today, it was exhilarating. I made it on my fat bike! So it began with a mist to the air, then it became HUMID and I took to short sleeves. Going from dropping the bar mits to now sleeves I'm feeling insecure as I strip. I'm excited for the Monkey Knife Fight looking at a possible Warm Showers room. Holiday is this Sunday, so I'll be composing an epic ride for it!

Wheel lacing is fun, a crucial element to sustain riding self reliantly. Cuba is my go to place to travel, it's been the top for some while yet. Mountain biking the country and coast is my goal! Once my car insurance drops I'll get the trip before the car. It's coming up to be a quiet weekend to get some great riding, with cooperation from the weather. I have been considering relocating south again. I haven't posted in a while until now. Pressuring pressure reflects the tension. Monkey Knife Fight is coming still, I can't wait to get the gravel hills flowing underneath. Riding the pizza car into the dark limits out of the door riding, indoor environment is rougher than any climb. Rain coming tomorrow as the weather channel promotes. I wished to run today, farther then I winded up running. I'm also anxiously awaiting the Bear Scat 50 and Spring Cleaning event Black Bear Cycling hosts in Wawayanda State Park. I have a mental coin stuck flipping on how to best approach the best topic. Photography has been an ever occurring event. I'm going to begin to make show of something soon. From That Armadillo.

Spindle slip off, slip back on the spindle pedal. It stayed clipped in my shoe the whole ride, but only gave me issues two miles in. The other twenty seven to the shop was joy. Pressing hard on the good side, the other was just hardly in place. The ride sure handed me the better side of reality in my face. I liked the roller feel into the early ride, I noticed some of my sketchy feelings while balancing through time. I'll improve shortly, however I'm getting ready for the Monkey Knife Fight! The bike feels good, though the saddle fits awfully. The sun glasses were called macho man and set a trend just as I put foot in the bike shop. Always a party, and by party I mean everybody is the apples in the tree and its getting shook. All our trees are getting shaken and were dropping apples. Heads up! That armadillo was real low key today, hardly bumped over any lumps from their paw pushed earth. Two reconditioning ideas are ostriches and Arizona. Wondering if my skill set is increasing, imagine it is; it is. The winter of 2015-2016 is over, I survived only lost one goat. Spring has come the snow is chasing it. Home is filled with family again, the cat has skin.-- That ARmadillo

Bald eagles are modern drain pipes. In all conditions things lay, my newest stuff is wonderful. Recovery is challenging when the limits were tweaked, throwing myself up the extra three hills is getting my endurance up. Roller trick of today was picking up the bottle from the cage with either hand and returning it to the cage without looking on the bottle. Trying the unicycle without reading how to ride seemed easier, earlier. Non metric standard waved a flap on the face today, it hurts my feelings. So I saw a bald eagle in a drain pipe instead. Downloading some maps of the area is getting hype in my head to get on some long distance woodland rides. I'm going to print them on the printer, then highlight the path. Strava may have K.O.M though K.O.F is what my pride sees. King of the Forest. Stay evergreen, and blow up your tires. Get out and roll on a ride.

Eventful rains storm hasn't been going anywhere and has been around longer than ice in the summer. I mean it's been raining unpredictably and outside ridings' been off. Look the trails have mud I don't use even my fattest tire bicycle over them. Rutland is a city in Vermont, not on my behalf once I rode the trail. I would put in some road days, waiting for the dirt to crust up. The rollers has been where the wheels spin now, learning how to let go. It's the hardest thing when it comes to cycling on rollers. Once my grips leave my palms my control goes loose, I dumped it twice over the side. Learning to ride makes me better, it should. I am getting ready for Monkey Knife Fight, officially registered and hoping on the job time off. Reasons to boat sure are cramping my brain, the water very high is coming. I was semi invited to kayak and likely I am strictly excited to come. I want to create, so I am looking up to getting artwork on the wall and into production. I have formal supplies at my eyesight however long it takes it does. I miss ownership entitlement often, though my mind is getting scrubbed shy from old time.

Day light savings time happened to me. I smartly forgot to remember freaking time change before bed, and missed my A.M. ride with friend. I took into work not everything I wanted, only recalling after passing an armadillo down the road. Harsh to see it back words, though it's okay. I saw a blue bird come into landing on a tree. It was like watching slow motion, I felt so strong. I got some snow under the fat bike tires, it was to warm to make much fun of it. The snow was very slick. Tomorrow should be good for trail maintenance my head says though I saw some rain drops falling on my wind screen coming home in the dark. Riding rollers has transcended finally into riding out of the doors. Deep brain feeling has come into play as I rush through the cycle, I find my rotations more calming. The feeling is a head flow rather than damming frustration. The ride has become more fun for real. What I think about rollers is once I got it, riding rollers allows me to stress less about finding time to ride. My schedule can always have riding since rollers have the same feeling. Okay so I got the rollers with magnetic resistance, it helps me say the last statement. The ride has more relaxation, the rollers help me keep my head up giving more focus to my ride flow. - That Armadillo

Summer tires are due on the fixed gear bicycle, to me. However I didn't get that chance to switch today. I winded up delivering pizza. I forgot a credit card, and paid for it in cash. What a bummer I might not get compensated. I tried photographing a spooky hotel today, they'll come out good. I had no authorization so I ran away when the managing bee was told. I ordered crankset for the single speed. I drew some armadillo drawings yesterday, I'll try to find them. My family left me their house sitting while they went away on vacation to Florida. This is my first time house sitting. The peeper frogs are making sounds, began yesterday or its yesterday.

Yesterday I discovered why I have yesterday, because it could have been yesterday. I took a hard fall, minor abrasion on the shin. It was in the woods, over a rockstical. It was my first ride after taking off the bar mits, the bars' feeling is narrow. I want to upgrade with wider width bars, though navigating trees is confusing then. I'm going to have new cranks on the single speed, I have almost decided on an entry level unit. My single speed has the bars I would consider switching the narrow fat bike bars to, however the taste has more refined orchestration to the fat bike so my mind hasn't made its decision. I dropped the road bike on the street at 70 degrees Fahrenheit, it was fun. I mocked not having bib shorts, or foreskin and the lack of armadillos. I watched a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I saw two deer nearly get run over with a dully truck. I took a tail wind and learned the experience.

I have been learning picture frame mat selection techniques. Wizard tutorials, do you remember your first wizard. Not the one you found in the deep forest while bonking in that queer afternoon day last spring. I mean on the computer, they're fantastic for sure. I found the single speed frame its way into the bike shop. Happy Birthday Bruce~ and how to get an expert to feed his tricks. I want to build my wheel myself. However I don't know how to do it yet! I found this video on youtube that is so us, It might feel better after riding some rollers, here in New Jersey it is dark. 

Today I met with the powder coating on my frame. It's classic having speckles of purple and teal under clear over dark purple. Soon once the bottom bracket and cranks are new and the wheel build is complete the ground is going to be very hard. Today however I didn't ride far, I walked he stone wall of old property lines, deciding contemporary boundaries. I got called to deliver pizza over the phone, I went and did. The are bright tonight!

Learning the pitfall of iPhone and blogger, I need apps and would rather tap Frogger.

New York City has head rushes on every corner, avoid the road with sharp edges. Taking the riverside drive has only made what I want in the city fun. I went to an art show Scope and had a wonderful time looking at horrible frame corners, moulding that didn't match corners, has public display it was horrible. The difference of good and bad art is the artists job not your gallerists. Framing should be studied like your medium, harsh maybe but don't waste my time with attempt. My powder coated bike that'll be completed in two weeks took all of three days. I'm as excited to get it as I am to stand at the concert tonight. It'll be incredible when the world revolves around your smile.

Armadillos hibernated yesterday deep below the snow. Crust crunch fell and had some trace the day after. Looking at the temperature, it's condition for fat bike trail ride. I get off the road much as my single track mind allows. Also I don't have bar mits for the road cycle, I'm going through a phase. It's like being a high end dork, with indoor rollers and bar mits if the feel isn't Florida in the fall I'm not into riding at all. So as I gather the time to wait, and make a mental inventory of things to bring on rides, the day grows warmer. Manually loading the ride path is typically fun, however the park today is unpredictable. Kittatiny Valley State Park, has airport, lake, trails that never are more than 10 minutes from the car at any time, and sour 15 miles without forgetting much. Last visit I noticed I haven't done every trail on one day, yet. The park also connects via power lines to Sparta MOUNTAIN. That's the mountain that'll bring out Mahlon, Wawayanda through access. Somedays I vision multi park rides, like connect them all right?

Today marks the anniversary of a riding partner and team mate adding me to be friends on Facebook one year ago.  Sure time has flown, looking back I can see why. I have been clean and active. Today I continue my social media, past the Strava and into the bloggospheres. That armadillo was munching off some early spring hay during my 5k run today. What that means is what I saw, a ground hog, through my hazel eyes, filled with sweat off my brow. It's back arched like an armadillo, so this is the abstract of the groundhog in my life. Living in New Jersey I am fond of our local armadillo population. I took my single speed frame to get powder coated, it has been lots of years of wear on the old paint. Since the last push, during my fat bike transition the wheel is broke. Breaking the wheel happened on my Stans Arch ZTR rim. I took it as a gift from a secret santa on the website www.ridemonkey.com some years back. My replacement rim is the same, though from the Sussex Bike and Sport Shop in Andover, NJ. I'll lace it on the Hope Pro 2 SS hub; doesn't that seem good? Look forward to more intense coverage of my life.