Life is sometimes a bully. It grabs you by the ear and yanks you into a miasma of days that float by with a thousand things to do.
When that happens, the bike sits, sad, in the garage.
June’s been like that. How’s it been for y’all?
I did sneak away for a quick ride at North Table Mountain a few days ago, which is gorgeous right now–green, steep, and empty.
Take a look for yourself–pic followed by a poem by Zen monk Ryokan, about laziness.
Ah, how I wish….
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Rocky Mountain Biker 