Placerea pedalatului (cake & sodomy)

Multe s-au schimbat de cand eram mic si alergam pe bicicleta mea rosie si bulgareasca (Balkan). In primul rand, s-o schimbat bicla. Si-apoi s-a schimbat terenul si tzara. Si m-am schimbat si eu.

Ieri a fost o zi superba dupa 1-2 saptamani de ploaie si vreme-mputzita. Si-a trebuit sa stau acasa, c-am avut treaba, in loc sa merg la "cherry tree & Japan appreciation day" a unei prietene in High Park. Si pe deasupra, am stat sa ma cert cu copiii, si mi se blocau toate computerele, si mi-am bagat picioarele si-am tras o tura pe bicicleta prin parcul din spatele casei (3). A fost super. Prin minte-mi trecea chec:

Cake lyrics

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time.
the green light flashes, the flags go up.
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
as they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
the fans get up and they get out of town.
the arena is empty except for one man,
still driving and striving as fast as he can.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he's going the distance.

no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
he's haunted by something he cannot define.
bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
she's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

cause he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
he's going the distance.

Am pus o lista de clipuri jos (apasa stanga-dreapta sa sari de la un clip la altu', sunt vreo 20; cake & sodomy e printre ultimele), sa-ti faci idee ce fetze de losers au.

Prima poza (top) este de la Hardwood Hills (1), cea mai tare locatie de mountain biking din Ontario. Nu tre' sa te cari cu tzoacla pan-acolo, poti inchiria totul, inclusiv pantofii speciali, casca si manusi, si totul este superamenajat, de la barne suspendate si pana la poduri plutitoare. Din aceeasi excursie de anu' trecut am si poze de tzoacle in mocirla, dar nu se-ntzelege nimic din ele. De la Hart House Farm (2) n-am poze, dar si-acolo se poate face mountain biking, si ca bonus la sfarsit poti sa te perpelesti in sauna facuta de studentii finlandezi si la sfarsit sa sari in lacul format in fosta cariera de piatra.

Putine chestii iti disipa dracii cum ti-i disipa activitatea fizica intensa. Si-aici nu vorbesc de jogging, care si cu muzica-n timpane mori de plictisitor ce ii. Vorbesc de urcatu' p-un perete vertical sau inclinat spre tine, vorbesc de-notat cu o prietena campioana (ca nimic nu te poate-ntarata mai tare decat o muiere care-i mai rapida ca tine), vorbesc de rollerblading cu o prietena care-i in army reserves. Si daca-i nitel frig afara, treci in viteza pe langa oameni cu geci si pufoaice, si tu esti in maneca scurta, cu tricoul iesit din pantalonii scurti, si-ti simti traheea cum se inflameaza de la contactul brusc cu aerul rece, dar nu te opresti, bagi tare-n continuare..

La sfarsit, o apa si-un pamant, dar mai mult o apa, cu picioarele tremurande, ca dupa o pedeapsa de tabara de schi c-ai fost prins la fete (800 de genoflexiuni minim, in functie de cat erai de imbracat), te tarai la computer sa-ti termini treaba. Te-ai sui intai pe cantar, da' n-ai nici unu' functional si de fapt nici nu-ti stii greutatea initiala. Pacat ca nu se fac tastaturi cu circuite de cantar electronic, sa faci flotari in ele!

Surse: http://www.hardwoodhills.ca/mtb/mtbmainframes.htm http://www.harthouse.utoronto.ca/hh/page.php?id=FAR02 http://www.toronto.ca/parks/parks_gardens/northwood.htm