Will On A Bike

One man rides his bike across the United States and lives to tell about it.

Sunday, October 11

Interlude

Imagine this:

You’re riding on a beautiful country road. There are tall, green trees at your sides and miles of smooth pavement ahead of you. The sky is a slice of blueberry pie a la mode, your favorite dessert, and the wind is kissing you all over. You stop for a moment and you smile. You are at peace.

Then you feel the ground tremble. Vultures fly overhead and the clouds bruise and swell. The squirrel you were hand feeding, lacking the proper facial muscles to express fear, abruptly darts off into the forest. Your smile melts into a frown. You are alone.

“What is going on?” You wonder.

Then 22 tons of metal, exhaust and extraneous tire scream past you, knocking you to the ground. Your vertebrae still in tact, you look up from the pavement just in time to watch “…Call 1-800-EAT-SHIT” fade off into the distance.

But I guess some part of you must like it, because you get back on the bike and you ride.

5 Comments:

Blogger Will said...

beautiful. A metaphor for life in all its sadness and glory.

1:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To quote DBT frontman Patterson Hood, "Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs" enjoy the ups my friend, cherish all the great moments of your craaazy adventure! by the way have you ever mistyped your blog and ended up here... willonabike.glogspot.com I got quite the surprise checking it out at work...

be well
Jarod

6:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey,
thanks for the postcard. it's very nice of you !
i really appreciate it !
your blog is still very interesting and funny. keep writing !!
it's a great pleasure to read you.
and again, your pictures are just great : i feel like i'm travelling with you... well ok, it's easier to be in front of my computer than on a bike !
merci encore,
bises,
Rémi.

2:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really liked this entry. It gave me a peaceful feeling until that truck blew by!!! So we enjoy the peaceful moments while we can.
Looking forward to making that cake!

lov.,
Mom

8:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

..."and the clouds bruise and swell" damn you're a great writer!

10:24 AM  

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