Thought on the Night of the Day of the Dead

It was an interesting dynamic: have a race run solely for you and three of your friends (and some other guy), or save your ass from the incredibly (and suddenly) slippery
asphalt.

I've prepared all week for the run, so it was tough to agree with "maybe next week." But, as I understand it, the Day of the Dead is meant to be a celebration, not necessarily a joining, of the dead.

Well here's to you, seven-year old cross country spikes. I'll be with you tonight, when you came halfway back from the Other Side to visit. To say 'remember me always.'