It was a Monday. Maybe not, but it began like every other day that I started to dread. It seemed as if I was walking the same straight line one more time for the sake of proving to myself that 35 years later I get it.

If you don't know by now, it does take time to "get there". I don't even know where there might be but I do know that life is worth earning.

So let's just sit back, hear the subtle sounds around us and move forward. It really takes more than running out of gas to stop.

I'd probably have to peddle long enough to have a Fat Tire.