Gabe and Matt are racing Cantua Creek road race today. It’s a pretty boring out and back a few times course, but there is the smell of all those cows to enjoy. Unfortunately Gabe flatted, so I’m thinking he won’t have such great memories of this particular race.
Today we’re heading out to Fremont for some early season racing. Gracie is in training to become a bike racing dog. And Gabe takes off in the Cat 4 field. Later in the day it’s time to have fun racing with the juniors.
It’s the first race of the year for Gabe and it’s nice to be up in Folsom again. We’ve got good weather and a nice turnout. We even managed a few good creeper shots for Monica to enjoy.
They had nothing to say to each other. All had been said for them behind walls, and curtains that veiled them from choice. Just as he now stands separated by a veil again, but one of a different origin this time. The veil that separates him from childhood to manhood as his bride walks down the aisle. He has never seen her face before and knows not what lies behind this barrier except for his future. He wrings his hands behind his back with fingers that shake and sweat. He is not ready. He wishes he could run or cry, do thing that a child would do. But he can’t as his future fast approaches down an aisle graced with flowers and the whispers of a family divided by a thin line. A line between exchange of goods and exchange of humans, they wonder if there is a difference. ...
It’s always so much fun to stop at any of the beaches along Highway 1 out of Santa Cruz. Monica and Gabe enjoy making rock piles. Gracie plays with her rocks. And I get to enjoy my family.