The day I met a future murderer
Week start off with my friend Jeremy picking me up in Gunnison Colorado. My tent broke in the storm the night before so I decided to throw it away, with no tent Jeremy was nice enough to pick me up and take me to Colorado Springs. The next day we go for a hike, “The Incline”, a 2744 step climb up a mountain, 35 minutes, very proud, very nice.
We then went to spend the weekend in Denver with some friends of Jeremy’s, we went golfing. I haven’t done that in a while and believe it or not I got hit by a golf ball. That’s how it all started, a ball in the back. And the round ended up with me getting fooled to hit a vaporizing fake golf ball, left me quite startled.
We went back to Colorado Springs and I haven’t had a beer in a couple of months so I really wanted to go visit a bar. We got there at 3 pm and had a beer, soon more people started to arrive and after a while, a drunk guy walks up to me, lays his arms around me and start telling the story of how easily people get killed in small mountain towns when they are outsiders.
He tells me that the locals in Manitou have each other’s backs and one small misunderstanding can lead to severe consequences. The second time he starts to tell me the story, this time closer to my ear, I feel like I need to address the situation, so I turn to him, push him gently away and ask him if I should consider this being a threat. Because if so, he should be aware that I don’t go easy.
He is very drunk, I realize he’s not a threat so I calm the situation down while he for the third time starts telling me about how easily people disappear in “small mountain towns”.
I manipulate him for five minutes, disarm his anger and eventually take this picture with him.
As he leaves me I wave over the bartender and ask him about the guy. The bartender tells me he’s nothing to worry about, just a harmless local drunk. If he gives me any more trouble I should call for the owner of the bar to get the guy thrown out.
Two hours later this news article takes place.
He is now arrested on suspicion of first-degree murder and first-degree assault of a local 48-year old.
The turns life can take…
I’m staying in Colorado Springs for a couple of more days since my tent is non-existing. GORE, one of my partners, have decided to help me out and I’ll be able to pick up my new tent in the beginning of next week.
A happy camper with much left to experience, even though CO Springs exceeded expectations by:
- Having a dog lick me in the ass… Not by my intention…….
- I did the incline once more at 3 AM while snow fell down on the slippery steps.
- Hanging out with a murderer.
- Being driven around by a cab driver whose parents bicycle tour.
- Romantically meeting a person who changed my life, I consider myself lucky.
- Being able to buy marijuana in the open.
- And by having an Indian liquor store owner address me by name after three days.
Not much cycling this week but it sure has been full of what life is all about, having fun!
An amazing week with many good conversations and a huge amount of work gotten done. I will start planning my future trips and they’ll get voted on in Discord. I have worked up a new workflow for my video content and from here on shit will change.
We will have a very nice continuing trip, very nice.
Batteries are charged and new workflow is coming!
While writing this post I had no clue the turns my life would take.
Asterisk number five in the checklist of the things I experienced while in Colorado Springs turned out to be the love of my life.
I want to update you about this because when I wrote the above text I was madly in love but extremely confused.
I didn’t know what to do and now, almost a year later, I find myself incredibly fortunate to have met this amazing Lady in Red.
She has turned my world upside down and I can’t stress enough what she has done for me in my life.
She made me understand that I should stop cycling and focus on my future writings of the books I have in my mind.
She made me experience true love.
She has shown me that love and happiness can defeat the most horrible surroundings created by envy, self-torture, and loss of love.
She has shown me that the light wins over the dark, that fairytales are possible and that time moves freely.
She has given me a new purpose in life.
To be with her, forever.
This is how I feel now,
Hope is for pussies but hopefully, I will be her husband.
Until the next update.
Thank you, my Lady in Red.