The bicycle is such a beautiful thing.
Whenever I pass a fellow "near 40y/o", battling mortality by jarring his knees, at a paltry 6mph, I ask myself... WHY?????!
When - for the price of a water heater - you could have a magical machine that can take you on unplanned adventures, and instinctive escapades?
How many among us wheelers have jaunted off on an unknown left [or right] turn... confident that our gears and momentum [and that snickers bar ;-] could carry us through a waylayed course?
Only the most rightfully-arrogant leggers pull such a stunt.
So I guess I'm left asking the question... Why do they run, when nirvana is so close at hand [foot?]?
Whenever I pass a fellow "near 40y/o", battling mortality by jarring his knees, at a paltry 6mph, I ask myself... WHY?????!
When - for the price of a water heater - you could have a magical machine that can take you on unplanned adventures, and instinctive escapades?
How many among us wheelers have jaunted off on an unknown left [or right] turn... confident that our gears and momentum [and that snickers bar ;-] could carry us through a waylayed course?
Only the most rightfully-arrogant leggers pull such a stunt.
So I guess I'm left asking the question... Why do they run, when nirvana is so close at hand [foot?]?