Everybody's got to start the day with a ritual and this is mine. Not even sure the stuff works on this old bod anymore but sure do love it. The velo boys, (Max and Dustin) at City Market Coffee Roasters take care of me and know to call when they roast this "micro lot". It's so much like real Kona that the only difference is the price. Bike people stick together and they spoil me rotten
I freaking love my life down here by the river. The West and East Bottoms have a soul. Started to realize I was home a few weeks back. It's a good feeling, to belong somewhere. People look at my rides on Strava and wonder how I come out of them alive. I don't know if it's the Boulevard kit, my skin color or the fact that I can look as mean as a bag of hornets, but I have come to relish my inner city explorations. I think it is as simple as treating people right. Always tip your hat and have respect for the turf that you are on... and also, deep in my bones, I know I am on ancestral land and that makes it my territory too.
The rain is starting to come down in the old KCMO... I believe I just may go out and ride in it.
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