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> Night, dusk and dawn are defined as those times outside of daylight.
>
> You need to be getting out there in outfits that allow drivers to see you if you are going to
> violate the roads.
Ah, with this talk of violating the roads, I thought it might be time to repost a version of
something I wrote earlier this year, regarding the
itself. Here is my reply:
The road does not copulate with itself. Rather, it is *you* who is partnered with the road.
Have you not had a day, where you get out there on your bike, and there is the road before
you, warm, inviting? It feels good, it smells good, it almost seems to taste good to be on
it. Some days you start out eager, knowing what lies ahead. Other days you start out a
little reluctantly -- surely you have better things to do -- clean the house, mow the lawn
-- but here you are anyway, your bike and the road together, and after a little bit you know
its going to be a good time.
There are days when you dominate the road. It does your bidding. You groove on your
control. There are other days when the road is your master. You submit to its demands. You
get a perverted pleasure from the pain of your burning legs, your oxygen-starved lungs
screaming for air.
In any of these instances, though, you with your bike, and the road, are lovers. The term,
"get off" as we all know, is a slang term that means to "derive pleasure". Thus, the
encouraging, if
"Enjoy yourself as you and the road make beautiful love together".
To take this a step further -- in many mystical traditions, the physical act of love is
understood as a metaphor for the spiritual union of human with the Divine. Can you ride as
if you and the Road are One?
The mudra of the single upraised digit is a reminder of this oneness: unity in Christ
Consciousness, being at one with the Tao, La illaha Il' Allah, Adonai Echad. Thus, when
someone makes this gesture at you, you should understand that they are wishing you the
experience of this ecstatic union.
The horn that is honked as the mudra is made is a meditation bell. Like a church bell, like
the call of the muezzin's voice, it calls you into this sacred space of union, of you, your
bike, and the road, as One.
Thus, when the motorist honks his horn, raises the single digit, and makes his sincere
invocation, you have but one response: to smile, to wave, and return to the joy of riding
your bike.
--
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky
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