You'd think April 25th would pick a lane, but apparently it enjoys the chaos of being everything at once. Late for class in 2001, nervous about weather for a race in 2008, basking in post-adventure glory in 2011, watching the sun disappear with hope slipping away in 2012, hunting down spacers at Home Depot in 2013, pondering life in a mailbox in 2018, getting questionable cliff-climbing advice in 2023, and documenting a chipmunk heist in 2025.
There's a pattern here if you squint hard enough. Whether it's rushing somewhere, waiting for weather, tracking down tiny mechanical parts, or watching wildlife scheme, this date seems to specialize in the space between wanting and having. The anticipation before a race, the sunset before darkness, the fibre washer that almost works, the chipmunk mid-heist. It's all about those moments when you're leaning against a tree or your handlebars, wondering what comes next.
Twenty-five years of April 25ths, and you're still showing up, still chasing something. Still a little late, still a little nervous, still believing tomorrow might be sunny.