Yep, The Ground Really Is As Hard As It Looks.

Sunday morning.  Here I am fresh from a night at the Yarts Festival with Patti Smith.  It's a beautiful morning and I get out early before the wind gets up.  Seven AM start and blast out a quick 50km.

The 100 on Saturday is still affecting me and my legs just aren't firing.  Try as I might, I just can't sustain high heart rates.  I push it out anyway and have a great ride.  Up the last hill to home I burn all the travellers cheques I've got left on duty free lactic acid.  I hit the top with my heart rate in the mid 180's, right on the edge of spew town.  

I turn off the road into my driveway still pushing hard at about 25kph.  Damn that gravels loose.  Dam that gravels looking closer.  Crap! Crap! Crap!  I've knocked a bit of skin off my knee, hip elbow and shoulder and shreaded a nice pair of knicks.  The worst is that I've peeled back a big chunk of flesh off the top knuckle on my right thumb.  It's a real drag, every time I bend my thumb, it cracks open, hurts like hell and weeps a bit.

Patti.  Ahh, Patti.  The concert with Patti and her band, was a real beaut.  Her voice was in top knick, she seemed totally at ease with herself and completely able to poke fun at her own persona.  Even Hamer Hall which can suck the life out of most concerts faster than Kevin Rudd in a strip club, couldn't dampen the mood.  It took me about 3 songs to decide I needed to get up on my feet and joined a couple of young guys dancing up the back.  We kept dancing back there until she started on Land when it became necessary to get to the stage.  Kerrie claims she'll

 always retain the image on me dancing down the aisle to the front like a child following Tom the Piper. 

The photo above shows Patti in true Rock Star form shreding her guitar at the end of Rock 'n Roll Nigger so she can set it up against the amp for top feedback as the band leave the stage.  At 62!  Now that's class.  She even managed a few good spits. 

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