- We all need help -

Everytime I see Laurentia on her horse 'Nothing To Lose', or any Paralympians out competing, I feel like wringing out a few manly tears.

Because, God damn, life is hard, and it is harder for them, and yet?

They win.

They just plain outright win.

How much help do you think they get?



Today, I sent Gina home to the Dockyard, because Mothership in America finally sent us a replacement chain suck plate.



Actually they sent us two, and I now have an extra chain suck plate.


Now that I had Moose-stang all alone, I gave him a pep talk.

"You know Gina is your new sister, right?"

Silence. Then... "Ahuh..."

"The last time we talked about having her, you dropped chains like a lot. And then you didn't seem to like the idea too much. Now that she's been home for nearly coming to six months, how do you feel about her now?"

"I ain't never had a sister. You said you were getting me a companion last year but you broke your promise again as usual." He seemed almost petulant, but you know, meese aren't usually the most mature animals to begin with, especially when crossed with wild horses. They look like they are mature but they are boys at heart. Look how well he ages.

He was right, though. I did wax lyrical about the Commencal Meta 4x last year.

I had to quit that job last year so I shelved the idea of a Commencal.

"But she's nicer than the Commencal. She is sexier, curvier - " I continued, and that's when I finally realised it.

"And ... you're 10 years older than she is," I finished.

"That didn't stop you and Sam did it," accused Moose-stang.

"And you were - " He would have said more, but I stopped him there.

"Alright, alright. You're lonely. But so am I, Stang. So am I."

I don't really want to argue with my bike. He always wins. I entrust my life to him, after all.

He isn't too happy tonight.



But I showed him my favourite angle of him - wheels spinning - and he seemed to cheer up some.



Sigh.

The Boy has never ridden with anyone else before, has never had a constant companion day after day after day, night after lonely night after lonely night, and he misses her. Of course he would. I miss her too.

It is always my fault.