It Went Down Like This The rabbit said, “You should eat more vegetables like I do.” “But I like the taste of meat”, replied the raven. “Did you know the amount of water that it takes to grow a pound of meat compared to a pound of wheat is like a hundred and fifty to […]
Continue reading →Astride the bicycle, a ride to work is a lesson in mindfulness. It’s early and the mind is still waking up, the air has its morning nip about it and the streets are crowded with others doing the same routine if but by different means. Distractions every one of them, but if you can maintain a […]
Continue reading →And then there is the transportation gang, often heard before they’re seen with squeaky chains propelling haggard old bikes, for whom there is no choice…or perhaps the choice is to ride or hoof it, as the bicycle is their sole means of speedy A to B. Maybe they ride to work, maybe they’re unemployed. Maybe they’re homeless, lost their […]
Continue reading →To another group within the group “cycling”, the club riders and racers, the bike is a recreational activity; like hunting, fishing, or…er…umm…Irish road bowling. The problem here is, seeing the bike as a pastime and the paved road a playing field has with it inherent contradictions to the motor-dominated status quo, no? As a recreational […]
Continue reading →You can’t look for a solution without seeing that groupism, with it’s sharp and divisive claws, has torn apart what it means today to ride a bicycle on the American road. For those that do so are split into three main groups as far as I can tell: the commuter class, the club riders and racers, and […]
Continue reading →What I’m asking here is, though the people come and go, can a feeling, a sentiment, or responses linger on? Of course it can, safe in the continuity of a civilization’s ethos. Much like the schoolyard game of telephone, where one child would say a short phrase into another’s ear, then that phrase would get […]
Continue reading →I enjoy cycling. I also enjoy my Ford F-150 FX4.Yup, Stock 18’s and a tow package. And my Honda VF-R 800makes me feel alive likelittle else. I usually get along fine with myself…Heck, we all usually get alongfine with ourselves…don’t we?
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