What’s the use of having a thought if I can’t share it…?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had something to say and felt what I have to say is worth listening to. That’s why blogging has been a perfect outlet for me. Blogging isn’t just a platform where I can share my thoughts on the world around me, uninterrupted, but it’s a place to tell my own story.

Two years ago today I began this blog, my third since 2002. Since then I’ve shared my unqualified, uneducated and unsolicited opinion on everything from religion, diplomacy, philosophy, the arts, and the moral progress of man, all from the perspective of a guy on a bike speeding away from his daily problems.

In each post over the last couple of years, I’ve tried to include my own story. I’ve done this by superimposing the world around me onto the world within me, correlating the two worlds, and sending it out in essay form. I don’t always get it right when explaining the world around me, but I do my best to truthful about my own story.

What I appreciate most about blogging is that it’s a permanent digital archive of my thoughts — of who I am. My writing is a place where I can still be found long after I’m gone, that may serve to answer any questions about me by family, my friends, or whoever might be interested. 

I’m not a professional writer, a journalist, or even an essayist. I’m a storyteller who, in many ways, is full of himself.  Who else but an egomaniac would write something every week and hope deep down that everyone on earth would read it…? I framed it this way once before and I think it’s a good way to close out today…

You go to somebody’s backyard barbecue and there’s a band there. You hear the guitar player in the band and you think he plays better than Duane Allman. You return home after the barbecue and you put on an Allman Brothers album. It takes just a couple seconds before you realize that the guy playing at the barbecue was pretty good for being in a garage band, but he’s no Duane Allman.

I am a garage band of a writer. 

I don’t have much. I don’t own a home. The car I drive is a piece of junk. My retirement plan is to work part-time washing dishes at Denny’s. But what I do have is the friendships that I value so much, and this creative outlet that has served me so well.

Writing, riding, and taking pictures have become the methadone of my existence. Individually, they’ve each been a part of my life for years. When I combined them into essay form, I feel like I own of something of value for the very first time. 

To everyone who’s followed along these last couple of years, thank you…!

This is what I think about when I ride… Jhciacb 

This week by the numbers…

Bikes Ridden: 7

Miles: 204

Climbing: 8,700’

Mph Avg: 15.2

Calories: 11,607

Seat Time: 13 hours 25 minutes

Whether you ride a bike or not, thank you for taking the time to ride along with me today. If you haven’t already, please scroll up and subscribe. If you like what you read, give it a like and a share. If not, just keep scrollin’. Oh, and there’s this from Roger Hodgson.  Enjoy…

8 thoughts on “Something To Talk About…

  1. Thank you especially for not expressing the Bonnie Raitt way.this village has enough drama LoL Seriously not being a reader,one of my Sunday rituals is looking forward to What has Roy written now. Like the Sunday fish wrap was the one I looked forward to, after the long week,it had more to offer. Just like your work.
    When we first met at the Gym, I asked what are your hobbies,what do you do for fun. I was surprised you said writing. Fast forward to today,I do appreciate taking the ride with you, reading where your mind has taking you. The music as well. Keep it going, I dig the spoke and word. Thank you

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    1. Your support has been unmatched by anyone, Brian. Thank you very much, I truly appreciate it! And I never lose sight of the fact that you kept me out of prison when I wanted to kill the guy from subway…

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  2. You’ve done a wonderful job writing for a garbage band. After all, even garbage bands should be the hero of their own story. When I read garbage band, my mind went to Joe’s Garage, one of my favorite Zappa songs. Thank you!

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    1. Well, not to split hairs, but I think you added to ‘b’ in that word, unless it was a typo on my part. either way, garage band/garbage van, that’s where the good stuff is…

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  3. Wonderful post. I feel like the majority of writers in this world are of the everyday, ordinary variety, and I am one of them. Doesn’t mean that what we have to say is any less important or meaningful. Hurrah for the garage band writers!

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