I can’t remember exactly how the buddhists describe it, but the “ten thousand things” is like a reference to all loss of focus. Too many distractions. I misplaced the initiative to post here due to my own inability to keep the ten thousand things from creeping into my consciousness.
As I roll back and forth on Pine St. a short flat little ride between my apartment and my studio, I’m reminded lately of the simple connection to the rear wheel. It’s been a great spring here in VT and I’ve been out riding a fair bit. Mostly ‘muter type trips up to this weekend. I’m going to get a little more ambitious and get the fix out for a two hour ride Saturday.
The local fix world has grown so much this season that I’m at a loss to describe now what I once thought was a growing small group which has become…the ride of choice for the 20something set. It’s pretty funny. It’s like 80’s nite to me. Not to overly mock anyone, but locally these “kids” have taken to fix like a new invention, like the blender, the microwave, the cell phone. I see a lot of new brakeless bikes, repainted bright colored conversions, even fixed gear-English: my term for a Raleigh or Royal 3-speed that’s been fixed. I find the latter especially cool! This is the land of derailleur and chain eating acid-rain and salt, so using fix is foremost a practical consderation.
Other asides:
1. Mountain Biking is fun. Fixed or not.
2. Biking increases its value proportionally against rising gas prices.
3. It allows you to drink more and not get [as] fat.
That’s all for now, but I’m back in the saddle.
Miss you all.
Over and Out.
G