July 2004 Archives
Viciousness on Day Nine
For the first time in four days I was finally able to sit down in a blue porter potty and take a good shit.Continue reading "Viciousness on Day Nine"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 31, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Pleasure in Tents on Day Eight
And now for something totally different: Then the storm began, bringing thunder and lightening, and because my tent was pleasantly warm I decided to take off all of my clothes and masturbate to the sound of rain. For a while…Continue reading "Pleasure in Tents on Day Eight"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 30, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Naked Lunch on Day Eight
The following is a transcript of notes made on July 22, the 8th day of my trek: Fuck! Simon is not coming down tomorrow and I’ll have no way to fix the bike. I talked with him for one…Continue reading "Naked Lunch on Day Eight"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 29, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Freedom in the Park on the Seventh Day
The following is a transcript of notes made on July 21, the 7th day of my trek: People energize me. I was biking this morning with a broken gear cable I encountered another cyclist; he’s making his way from…Continue reading "Freedom in the Park on the Seventh Day"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 28, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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The Collapse of the Purple Monster on Day Six
The following is a transcript of notes made on July 20, the sixth day of my trip: At 9 o’clock this morning the purple monster started falling apart on me. The beast served me faithfully despite all the kicks…Continue reading "The Collapse of the Purple Monster on Day Six"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 27, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Passing Chatham on Day Five
The following is a transcript of notes made on July 19, the fifth day of my tour: I left Alysia’s backyard later than I should have — Kat exhausted me the night before with stories about skinny-dipping and European…Continue reading "Passing Chatham on Day Five"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 26, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Creatures of Sarnia on Day Four
“Take my picture,” the girl next to me said, “I’m glamorous,” and she too plunged into the incredibly blue abyss.Continue reading "Creatures of Sarnia on Day Four"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 25, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Sedated in Sarnia on Day Three
The following is a transcript of notes made in Alysia’s backyard on July 17, the third day of my trip: It’s wonderful to wake up to the sight of waves after hearing them roar all night long in Alysia’s…Continue reading "Sedated in Sarnia on Day Three"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 24, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Our Boy Abroad
As I arrive home from the watery Peterborough area today, I seem to be flooded with concepts of Tudor. Cuddling my toes into the couch finds his tie hidden in the cushions, hands seeking house keys in a purse bring…Continue reading "Our Boy Abroad"
Posted by Martha on Jul 18, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Getting to Sarnia on Day Two
With our painted faces we continued to moan into the darkness.Continue reading "Getting to Sarnia on Day Two"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 18, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Surviving the First Day
The following is a transcript of the notes I made on July 15, the first day of my trek across Southern Ontario: 12 PM — Stratford warms me up and gives me coffee. I reached the city drenched to…Continue reading "Surviving the First Day"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 17, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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How to Leave Martha
Hijack the family car and ride East for three hours to see the girl you missed tragically ever since she left you in the middle of a storm. After three hours of driving you’ll collapse in her arms and the…Continue reading "How to Leave Martha"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 17, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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TUDOR COSTACHE: TYPE-RIGHTER?
Tudor, A. Costache. What is there to-know, what is there to-tell? Do I know what is-there, do I tell what is-there? Who knows. Let’s stick with a media-ted [note the lack of capitalization, this isn’t a 1990’s film about…Continue reading "TUDOR COSTACHE: TYPE-RIGHTER?"
Posted by Trevor Haldenby on Jul 16, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Travellin’ Light
My month-long journey across Southern Ontario starts tomorrow; tonight I finished packing several kinds of nuts into neatly labelled bags — they’ll be my main source of nutrition. Oh Martha, for you I’m abjuring my carnivorous ways and feeding…Continue reading "Travellin' Light"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 14, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Fresh and Delicious
Just as I was about to run out of eggs, these showed up on my porch: I wonder if cruelty makes eggs tastier; if so, this will be one hell of an omelette….Continue reading "Fresh and Delicious"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 13, 2004 in Various Positions
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Industrial Orgasm
“Next thing you know these kids will chop off each other’s testicles,” they seemed to say.Continue reading "Industrial Orgasm"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 12, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Waterloo Jazz Fest
The crowd was all wrong. Most of them had grey hair. Some were bolding and dragged around dogs or children. We felt incredibly old just by being there. But the Jazz was good, especially on a Friday while watching…Continue reading "Waterloo Jazz Fest"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 10, 2004 in Various Positions
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Gone
Sweet fuck Martha, I killed the purple dolphin! I’m so sorry!…Continue reading "Gone"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 10, 2004 in Various Positions
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Wine, Jazz and Psychedelic Dolphins
I told her how intense and wonderful people are — so intense they make me sweat uncontrollably.Continue reading "Wine, Jazz and Psychedelic Dolphins"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 09, 2004 in Friends & Lovers
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Last Trial
Because we were wet and nothing mattered, we took off our clothes and jumped in the currents that hugged our naked bodies and washed off our sweat and agony.Continue reading "Last Trial"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 05, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Ready for Leaving
After riding my bike through winter storms and spring rains, every component rusted and sagged. My chain nearly scraped the ground, gears refused to change, but somehow my purple monster carried me through Cambridge, Stratford, Scarborough, Toronto, Paris, and…Continue reading "Ready for Leaving"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 03, 2004 in Scenes from a Bike
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Canada Day
Our Canada Day celebrations were pleasantly low key: The wine made me sleepy and strangely offensive; the weed made him lively and dangerously excited. So we argued for a while and listened to music until I fell asleep half-naked…Continue reading "Canada Day"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 02, 2004 in Various Positions
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Resistance in Guelph
I went on the road this morning to find Canada, but instead I found only endless fields and suburbs extending from here to Guelph and beyond. The asphalt was a dark, searing thing where animals come in droves to…Continue reading "Resistance in Guelph"
Posted by Tudor on Jul 01, 2004 in Here & There
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