Develop Those Muscles Boy

Index futures closed weak for a second day, but not before being one of the most easy-going sessions in weeks. Stat heads had a ball today if they had a good vision of the field. We’re in intermediate term balance, two-timeframes are likely participating, and little-to-nothing is being accomplished like we’re Greeks or something.

I was faced with a decision this afternoon as we entered the witching hour aka 3-4:15pm ‘MERICA time. I could a. take a valid signal to fade the afternoon sell flow, or b. ride my speed bike 19 miles to the beach. I chose to ride! We have blue bird skies, cool temps, and my hypo three was complete.

Little did I know this excursion would result in a mechanical attack on my person, specifically my tender saddle cavity. About 10 miles out a rough bump (Detroit roads are FAKd) literally sheared the bolt affixing my seat in place. My sphincter reacted before I even thought and clenched the seat, which saved the humiliation of the saddle pole sodomizing me.

The seat can be salvaged, I rode home standing, and my manhood is in-tact. Why do I share such an incident? Muscle memory—it takes time, but once trade management becomes as subconscious as muscle memory, you can speed down the narrow corridors of the market without being on the receiving end of a market enema.