I'm off the bike now. Injured. Why? Was there too much movement. My quest for clarity, enlightenment, interrupted . My sole refuge gone. Coffee nor beer offers similar solace . The internal judgement of me is unbalanced. As I ride, movement reduces the abstract of my day. "Did I respond to that client properly?" - out after the first mile. "How much do I need to make to have a great retirement?" - second mile "I'm not worth shit, to me or anybody" - second hour, thought gone "My house is a living hell" 2 1/2 hours "I'm breathing and pedaling" 3 hours Clear mind - 4 hours Euphoria found in repetitive movement. My body is full of abstract right now. My bike is my mental colon blow. Have a bowl...won't you?
A bike addicts rants & raves...mostly raves. Flava_Dave after the Trans Sylvania Epic Stage Race 2011, yo.