hppants
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It happens every week.
On Sunday, I wake up early to read the paper and drink some coffee. Later that morning, I’ll cook Sunday lunch for my family. It’s the only meal we really share together during the week. While I cook, I’ll day dream about yesterday. What a day that was. Yesterday was a play day. I got to ride my bike. We had an adventure together. We left the house excited and returned home relieved of any stress. Yesterday was a blast.
On Monday, I’m back at the office trying to be a good worker, concentrating on the real world. During lunch, I browse the web for what interest me, and inevitably, something about riding comes up. I try to learn something, but what I really want to do is day dream about my bucket list. To ride somewhere special for a month or longer.
On Tuesday, I’m waist deep in my busy life. Deadlines are being met, meetings are attended, directions given and taken. Documentation, compliance, regulation – the career cogs are in full swing. Still, if only for a short break, I think about my passion. I wonder if the full timers I know are enjoying their commuting ride.
By Wednesday, I’m in my grove. Things at the office are flowing – paper in, paper out. Strategies are played out. Challenges come and go – these are directed and handled according to priority and plan. Again at lunch, I surf my passion. But by now, I’m looking ahead at the weekend weather. Looks promising – should be a nice day to ride. If no PM, email, or phone call has arrived from a fellow rider, I check my list of riding buddies and place the bugs in their ears. “Weather Saturday is looking sharp – how about a ride?” I wait patiently for a response.
Thursday brings the start of excitement over the upcoming weekend. 2 more days until the fun begins. Perhaps I’ve heard from a riding buddy. Maybe I’ll be adventuring alone. Either way, I’m good. Now during my break, I’m zooming around Mapquest, studying roads – thinking about what might interest me. I’m considering traffic. If I want to leave early, heading East this time of year is burdensome with that low angle Sun in my eyes. Hmmm – I wonder if that museum in XXXXville has opened yet? Or maybe the leaves are starting to turn at that State park up North? Too many choices, too little time.
IT’S FRIDAY!!!! I only work a ½ day. This afternoon, I’m going to take care of my Honey-dos. The world can have me today. But tomorrow is mine. Just me and the road. I close my eyes for just a second. In my brain, I can smell the pine trees. I can breath clearly – my sinuses are crystal clear. I can hear the whine of my iron horse. I can see the curves in the road. I can feel the 3-dimensional forces on my body as I ride. I can't wait until tomorrow.
Saturday is ride day. I like to leave the house as soon as there’s enough light to be seen. Maybe I’ll ride over and meet a buddy somewhere before we head to parts unknown. Maybe I’ll be venturing out on my own. Maybe I know exactly where I’m going. Maybe I have no clue. Perhaps I’ll turn a corner and stumble upon that perfect little country store. The one that stepped back in time 40 years. The one with that special food or snack that you just can’t get anywhere else. Maybe I’ll find that windy twisty road on the map that looked so inviting. Maybe I’ll find a 400 year old Live Oak Tree, with its massive branches that have taught me a life lesson about bending without breaking. Maybe I’ll visit that body of water – watch the birds enjoy their day. Maybe I’ll stop somewhere and meet someone new. We will chew the fat a while about nothing special. Maybe I’ll find that unique farm field, where the Sun and shadows provide that perfect light. Maybe I’ll ride that familiar road – the one in which I have memorized every curve. I can ride that road in total confidence, safely pushing my machine back and forth and marveling at her power and design. Maybe I’ll go 400 miles, or maybe just 40. Maybe I’ll do all of these, or none of these. But this much I know – wherever I go, I will find adventure, and I will have a blast. And when I return, the world will seem right again. I’ll have a feeling of peace. I’ll be ready for whatever comes next.
It happens every week.
On Sunday, I wake up early to read the paper and drink some coffee. Later that morning, I’ll cook Sunday lunch for my family. It’s the only meal we really share together during the week. While I cook, I’ll day dream about yesterday. What a day that was. Yesterday was a play day. I got to ride my bike. We had an adventure together. We left the house excited and returned home relieved of any stress. Yesterday was a blast.
On Monday, I’m back at the office trying to be a good worker, concentrating on the real world. During lunch, I browse the web for what interest me, and inevitably, something about riding comes up. I try to learn something, but what I really want to do is day dream about my bucket list. To ride somewhere special for a month or longer.
On Tuesday, I’m waist deep in my busy life. Deadlines are being met, meetings are attended, directions given and taken. Documentation, compliance, regulation – the career cogs are in full swing. Still, if only for a short break, I think about my passion. I wonder if the full timers I know are enjoying their commuting ride.
By Wednesday, I’m in my grove. Things at the office are flowing – paper in, paper out. Strategies are played out. Challenges come and go – these are directed and handled according to priority and plan. Again at lunch, I surf my passion. But by now, I’m looking ahead at the weekend weather. Looks promising – should be a nice day to ride. If no PM, email, or phone call has arrived from a fellow rider, I check my list of riding buddies and place the bugs in their ears. “Weather Saturday is looking sharp – how about a ride?” I wait patiently for a response.
Thursday brings the start of excitement over the upcoming weekend. 2 more days until the fun begins. Perhaps I’ve heard from a riding buddy. Maybe I’ll be adventuring alone. Either way, I’m good. Now during my break, I’m zooming around Mapquest, studying roads – thinking about what might interest me. I’m considering traffic. If I want to leave early, heading East this time of year is burdensome with that low angle Sun in my eyes. Hmmm – I wonder if that museum in XXXXville has opened yet? Or maybe the leaves are starting to turn at that State park up North? Too many choices, too little time.
IT’S FRIDAY!!!! I only work a ½ day. This afternoon, I’m going to take care of my Honey-dos. The world can have me today. But tomorrow is mine. Just me and the road. I close my eyes for just a second. In my brain, I can smell the pine trees. I can breath clearly – my sinuses are crystal clear. I can hear the whine of my iron horse. I can see the curves in the road. I can feel the 3-dimensional forces on my body as I ride. I can't wait until tomorrow.
Saturday is ride day. I like to leave the house as soon as there’s enough light to be seen. Maybe I’ll ride over and meet a buddy somewhere before we head to parts unknown. Maybe I’ll be venturing out on my own. Maybe I know exactly where I’m going. Maybe I have no clue. Perhaps I’ll turn a corner and stumble upon that perfect little country store. The one that stepped back in time 40 years. The one with that special food or snack that you just can’t get anywhere else. Maybe I’ll find that windy twisty road on the map that looked so inviting. Maybe I’ll find a 400 year old Live Oak Tree, with its massive branches that have taught me a life lesson about bending without breaking. Maybe I’ll visit that body of water – watch the birds enjoy their day. Maybe I’ll stop somewhere and meet someone new. We will chew the fat a while about nothing special. Maybe I’ll find that unique farm field, where the Sun and shadows provide that perfect light. Maybe I’ll ride that familiar road – the one in which I have memorized every curve. I can ride that road in total confidence, safely pushing my machine back and forth and marveling at her power and design. Maybe I’ll go 400 miles, or maybe just 40. Maybe I’ll do all of these, or none of these. But this much I know – wherever I go, I will find adventure, and I will have a blast. And when I return, the world will seem right again. I’ll have a feeling of peace. I’ll be ready for whatever comes next.
It happens every week.
