bike riding

Well - I went for a ride today. This morning. And I must say that I forgot how long it has been since I have been on that bike. and I forgot to turn on my computer so I don't even know how far I rode. I will have to clock it later. This is what I like about riding...I get to think. I get to leave my body and let it do by itself and think about everything. It is weird riding and paying attention, because if you don't you get killed. But to be able to let that part of your mind do its job.

Watch your line, pedal the pedals, shift gears when needed. Watch the cars that don't see you. They never see you (especially how fast I ride!!! ha!) I shouldn't say they never see you, the ones that do don't matter. The old lady that is going five miles below the speed limit that you can hear coming because she has a Cadillac from 1983, and right when she is on your rear wheel she honks the horn to let you know she is there and passing you. Which scares the shit out of you because you knew she was there and even expected her to honk, but it still gets you anyways.

And all the while, the other part of your brain is going over your life. I'm not talking about the grocery list...that part is used in the above situation. I mean the deep parts, the things that really matter but you are usually to preoccupied to let them surface. That is why I like riding, I used to do it while I ran but alas - running with me like I used to is no more, maybe one day again. I can run short distances but I like the long ones. But, I digress. Thoughts, deep thoughts by Warren Ivy. That's where I was.

It just allows me to put a lot of things into perspective. Escape into your preconscious, to throw a little Freud at you.

It was a good ride - and that means that I didn't throw up at the end.