September 17th, 2011 at 1:12PM
THE POOPING DOG SUNSET Riding home from work two days ago. The weather turned chilly throughout the day, until it was blowing like crazy and I shivered it out in my shorts and an old hoodie I keep at my desk. All along 34th street, grit blew into my eyes and in the dusk time, that ain’t good for avoiding the idiots that like to drive at that hour. The wind was fierce. I finally made it to the greenway and found, with much delight, that I had a tail wind. And because of the shit weather, the usual clog of runners weren’t out and I could fly fly fly. Bliss. Freezing bliss! With barely any effort I was maintaining 21mph and floating. Coasting. All of a sudden I was bathed in the most glorious yellow. It startled me through the trees to my right. I hesitated. It was fun, flying like this, but that sunset I kept catching glimpse of, that was worth stopping for.  I pulled off and headed over near the water. It was choppy and mean, but this ball was hanging low and lovely. As I lined up the picture, a gust of wind grabbed me and tried to dump me and my bike down (I was still clipped in on one side, so there was a tense moment there). I unclipped and lined it up again.  Enter, stage left, the man and his dogs. I’d already decided that I would wait for a jogger to come past and try catch against the sun, but figured this would work. I waited as they strolled, closer and closer. And at that moment of pure timing, the stopped to be framed by our solar goddess and … yes. This is a poop-worthy sunset.  So there you have it. The story behind The Pooping Dog Sunset. Enjoy! You probably wouldn’t have noticed, had I not mentioned it.

THE POOPING DOG SUNSET

Riding home from work two days ago. The weather turned chilly throughout the day, until it was blowing like crazy and I shivered it out in my shorts and an old hoodie I keep at my desk. All along 34th street, grit blew into my eyes and in the dusk time, that ain’t good for avoiding the idiots that like to drive at that hour. The wind was fierce. I finally made it to the greenway and found, with much delight, that I had a tail wind. And because of the shit weather, the usual clog of runners weren’t out and I could fly fly fly. Bliss. Freezing bliss! With barely any effort I was maintaining 21mph and floating. Coasting.

All of a sudden I was bathed in the most glorious yellow. It startled me through the trees to my right. I hesitated. It was fun, flying like this, but that sunset I kept catching glimpse of, that was worth stopping for. 

I pulled off and headed over near the water. It was choppy and mean, but this ball was hanging low and lovely. As I lined up the picture, a gust of wind grabbed me and tried to dump me and my bike down (I was still clipped in on one side, so there was a tense moment there). I unclipped and lined it up again. 

Enter, stage left, the man and his dogs. I’d already decided that I would wait for a jogger to come past and try catch against the sun, but figured this would work. I waited as they strolled, closer and closer. And at that moment of pure timing, the stopped to be framed by our solar goddess and … yes. This is a poop-worthy sunset. 

So there you have it. The story behind The Pooping Dog Sunset. Enjoy! You probably wouldn’t have noticed, had I not mentioned it.

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