Prime Lap
June 18th.
Waxing crescent in Leo.
Queen of Pentacles.
Raced Driveway this evening.
Focused on getting 909 WAVS figured out more than anything right now.
It’s late in the evening.
I’m just showing up today.
I think the heat index was nearly 117 degrees today?
I’ll have to double check that.
It felt nice though.
Everyone was racing with ice socks in their jerseys.
I declined one.
Heat index of 117 degrees in Austin, TX is like a Long Island beach day once you’ve stood in the exhaust of a C-130J’s APU for 40 minutes on a random runway in Kuala Lumpur mid-summer.
Hungover.
3 hours of sleep.
Stomach full of … pocket PB&J’s and … domino’s pizza
The other extreme
13 hour flight from Alaska to Okinawa in November.
Steel toed boots…
No underfloor heating.
Hungover.
3 hours of sleep.
Stomach full of … pocket PB&J’S and leftover Qdoba.
I don’t think I’ll need ice in my jersey to race a bike in Austin, TX.
Sober.
8 hours of sleep.
Stomach full of PB&J’s made with homemade potato buns and tacos wrapped in expertly homemade tortillas.
When I left out to head to the race, I caught a draft off the UPS man.
We got to an intersection, he pulled to the side, leaned out of the truck and handed me a cold water.
Very reminiscent of going through a feed zone.
“Thanks my man!”
“No problem brother.”
Very grateful for that water too.
I don’t think people show enough love to Postal Workers and delivery drivers.
Same for truck drivers.
All this desire for stuff, but no love for the people that get it to them.
We hadn’t seen our mailman in a while, but we crossed paths while on a family walk.
“Where you been!”
“Man they changed the routes out, someone had a little more seniority than me so I had to give mine up.”
“Damn… well we miss seeing you.”
“Better believe I miss seeing yall too. I’ll see y’all around though, I’m still in the neighborhood.”
I remember the first time I really became aware of the mail man.
I was in kindergarten.
My mom sent me to the mailbox to meet the postman as he arrived.
He handed me some letters.
And a package.
I remember him being somewhat excited to hand me the package, he knew it was some exciting shit.
He waved to my mom at the door and scooted off in his Grumman LLV.
A big red tub full of legos.
I disappeared into the basement and built an auto shop.
From that point on…
I greeted the mailman at the mailbox whenever possible.
On hot days, we’d bring him some lemonade.
Christmas, cookies.
Less of seeing what the mailman has for us, more of just greeting the mailman. Showing gratitude.
I remember a catalog had came with the Legos. In the middle there was an order form.
It had a little map of the united states split into four segments… Each segment with the range of weeks it would take for you to receive your order should you place one.
Not a single one any less than 3-4 weeks.
Do you know the type of meltdown the average person would have these days if they had to wait 3-4 weeks for something they ordered?
I don’t think many people go 3-4 weeks without receiving a package.
What is the point in everything happening so fast and with so much volume?
So much more but with way less connection.
Optimization of consumption.
A whole economy built on making it easier for people to consume with lower overheads and customer service automated through a chatbot. So when the time comes to deal with a real human, they’re treated as valueless.
“I’m not going out in this weather, but the doordasher will.”
Motherfucker, you have McDonalds at home.