ride joe ride

Dear Cyclocross,

It’s been awhile since I’ve written, I know. I’ve been trying to figure out how best to say what needs to be said. You and I both know that things have been kinda awkward since Dan Ryan Woods. I know you were having a bad day, and all the badass dudes you normally hang out with from the Pony Shop and Verdigris were off cavorting with other interests. You were feeling dejected. The Belgians, the romantic fall weather, and that big ol’ hill just got the best of us and what happened happened. It’s cool.

What I want to write to tell you is that just because things are back to normal with us being “just friends” doesn’t mean that I am going to go off and pretend I’ve forgotten about stuff or that I don’t have feelings for you. I’m not going to be that creepy dude who is like “I don’t care if you hate me, I am still devoting my life to you” cause, well, that’s creepy. But, as someone wisely noted recently (and talking about you, no less) “the course of true love never did run smooth.” Someone else noted (though somewhat less recently) that “hope springs eternal in the human breast.” It’s the overlap of those two that keeps me looking for you every Fall Sunday morning.

And seriously, the Pony Shop and Verdigris dudes are getting old anyway. Sooner or later they have to start having some “performance issues.” Just sayin’.

Your BFF(+),

Joe