JimmyTwoNutz wrote:
I ride to find my zen. After a grueling week at work, I jump on top of my scoot and let the tension drain from my mind and body. Before I know it everything is right with the world and my place in it. (Or does that sound too Californian?)
Not at all. The mind-clearing/dust-settling component of riding took me by surprise. Even at modest speeds, it is like flying, and the sensation is larger than care, and overwhelms it.
Traveling by bike, large or small, is like traveling by horse; the necessary routines of seeing to the mount are absorbing and therapeutic. The break every hour or two, and a bottle of water or a cup of coffee, is restorative; return to the ride is eagerly made, and it does not pall like hauling oneself back up again into a Suburban or Landcruiser will.
It is more elemental; smellier, for better or worse; louder, and more varied in temperature and light. It is more dangerous, demands more personal engagement than the one hand and one foot used in most cars and trucks. It is outside, needs unlulled attention; it is actual, and unlike the quasi-HDTV experience of closed compartments with cool air and surround sound.