this is the part of the story that was published;
I found a tertiary road that I've never been on before. I've lived here for 6, whoops, 7 years now and I didn't think there were any roads I haven't been on. I was extremely happy to get lost.
Because it was close to 5, the sun was still powerful but had started her decent. After a few chilly twists and turns under shade near the babbling brook, the road suddenly took off straight and up into the mountain. As the Meanie and I were ascending, my gaze stretched out across a barren, since-harvested corn field. Only the short, lopped-off stalks were left jutting from the endless acreage. My eyes flick back to the road, to the instruments, to the road, then back to the corn field. An embankment had grown and was following me and the road. What did I see? Me.
The sun had appeared on my left and the embankment was on my right. There was my shadow beside me keeping perfect pace. Safety first, my eyes dart back to the road, instruments, road then embankment again. I couldn't help but smile. How often do you ride and get to see a perfect picture of yourself on the bike at the same time?
And this is why I love riding: the feeling of freedom comes with most rides happily and without invitation. When thought about at it's most basal form, it really is a very simple thing: there is a 2 wheeled machine with an engine. It starts, you sit on it and go for a ride. What's not so simple is that free feeling and what it can provide if you allow yourself to be moved by it - pun intended.
Seeing myself in the saddle, riding up a mountain road through a corn field propelled me to nominality with everything else - I was...on par. I am just a man, bound and unbound by the same entities as everyone else. I felt a sudden citizenship not just to the human race but to the planet. I wasn't better than anyone or anything and I wasn't worse. I was just a guy on his bike on a beautiful February afternoon enjoying the sun's daily closing. Like everything else, I was nothing. I just was.
It was a message I needed to hear again. It was a reminder that no matter how stressful life becomes, there is always reachable simplicity. Psychological bandwidth is in short supply these days and I don't know if most know that it won't come through inactivity. Bandwidth needs to be cultivated through proactive if even unintentional ideation. Simple activities, the smaller enjoyments seem to be the way. Just my shadow riding faithfully along side reminded me that everything both is and is not equally throughout time - including me. And that maybe I've been taking life a little more seriously than it's been taking itself. Maybe. -LibertyPilot-
if it goes vroom or boom, I LIKE IT!