Focus.

Ah spring...When a young cyclist's fancy turns towards a new and budding racing season. The sun turns its glorious face towards the earth, offering a beautiful rejuvenation to the young cyclist. Gone, it seems are the long hours of winter riding when the number of garments being worn can easily surpass the count of one's fingers and cold winter's air nips at one's skin.

No. Those days have past. And a glorious spring erupts!

...or so it would seem...

One thing the young cyclist forgets as he looks out at the motionless flag and quite street (which happens to be crying out his name in desperate hopes of a good day's ride)...That is this. AP Government. The bane of his existence. His task is to read some 40 page chapter on the economy or the bureaucracy and take notes for a quiz tomorrow. However, the statistical probability of this task being completed...ya, not so much. The situation goes as follows...

He sits down, knowing this isn't going to work. The blinds are closed so the outside world will not temp his mind to wander. He puts in his ipod (U2, supertramp, something along those lines). Opens up the Government book. Finds the chapter. Goes to the first page. The first sentence.

...And his mind wanders away...

Suddenly, he's in Cloudcroft, NM with Fabian Cancellara and George Hincapie and they are just riding along, about to stop for espresso.

Then he's back at the book and is halfway down the page with no idea what he just read about...

This effect goes on for the next couple of hours...then the cyclists win.

Procrastination.

Finding himself at an utter loss. He gives in...

After all, It is a perfectly rational excuse.

"I'm sorry, destiny was calling my name while I was trying to read the chapter...I had to answer..."

Thus, answering to the desperado cyclist within him, the young cyclist abandons all hope of ulterior learning...and begins to focus.

--Ristretto