The Bikin' Fools
The Ramblin' Pages have languished in the doldrums as the author has grappled with so many things to be done. None is more important than riding the bike, unless you are the spouse of one of those nutty cyclists, or worse spouse of a Lunatista.
I wish we didn't have to face the war dilemma. Life would be more fruitful without such foolery. It is not in the best interest of living to do such rampant destruction. It all has to do with ego, mania, and those venues of the mind that will never make an appearance within the ranks of the bikin fool's. For in the cycling experience one tends to be drawn close to life itself and the sense that this life is of immense value.
To stay in tune with the beneficial, the bountiful and the beauty is a goal of the bikin fool's. These qualities restore and rejuvenate life. The spinning wheels allow the rider to tolerate the other venues, such as work and the used car salesman. We are all in this together whether we like it or not. I would choose to not be in this with Dubya, but fate hath cast this hand for us to deal with. I choose the bike, at least for now. Any activity that makes one a better person contributes to the well-being of the world.
I'm preparing for a massive cross country ride this summer. It is my 40th high school reunion in Pennsylvania. I'm torn between the notion that I've bit way too much to swallow and the desire to stay home. I will wrestle with this pesky notion until I either hit the road, or bail....
Meanwhile the Kinetic Sculpture draws closer...