Meat Loaf

It's been happening everytime I get on the bike since I've gotten back from AZ. I've tried everything to cure this ailment. I can't get Meat Loaf out of my head. No, not the scrumptious culinary delight our moms used to make, but the robust, schweaty, rocker/actor and Rocky Horror Picture Show alum--Meat Loaf. The Bat Out of Hell.


This Meat Loaf....

Not that Meatloaf...

Do I like Meat Loaf? I tolerate Meat Loaf. I don't own any albums or ever say "OOHHH. Don't change the station...I LOVE Meat Loaf." My mom was a big Meat Loaf fan and I remember her blasting and torturing me with the Bat Out of Hell album on the road to various horse shows across the country when I was younger. Yes, I do know all of the lyrics. It's just gonna happen when you've heard it a million times. You don't even know you know them until it's too late and you realize you're cruising down singletrack and belting out "Two out of Three Ain't Bad" at the top of your lungs.

I've tried singing my usual GNR or AC/DC or various catchy 8os songs. No luck. I've even tried to sing the McDonald's Fillet-O-Fish song. I mean who can stop singing that travesty of a jingle?

My "favorite":

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

Don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach

You'll never drill for oil on a city street

I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks

But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

Don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

There could be worse things, right?

Trimming The Tree

Welcome to Tucson: Where Everyone Can See You Pee

Morning View

I really have no gripes about AZ. How could I? We have ~3 feet of snow on the ground back east. Besides my very first day, I've been in a s/s jersey and shorts every ride. There is one thing I can't get used to--The fact that there is no place to pee safely. Men have it a little easier. We have to work a little more. Everything is so open here. People appear quickly out of no where. You could go behind a cactus or two and if you're lucky find a giant saguaro. Of course, there are a few risks involved in that venture. On the road-even more dicey. You may as well stop at the Circle K or else the cops may be called because you're squatting in someone's driveway. There are no little gullies or trees or rocks to hide behind to do your business. You have to take your chances here. Trust me. Even if you're in the back country you risk exposure. If someone is sight seeing from atop a lookout and looks onward for miles at a mountain I'm pretty sure they could see my white ass like it's a metallic piece of wreckage reflecting the sun. I've kind of gotten used to the whole speed peeing thing. It's now part of my workout. Do I really care if I get caught in the act? Not so much. I just really feel bad for the innocent onlookers. When you gotta go you gotta go...

Saguaro

Somewhere in Saguaro National Park

Redington Pass from Saguaro National Park

"Strange things are afoot at the Circle K" -Ted, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

It's been awhile since I've been able to use that one. Had to slip it in there.