One month on my bicycle!

The bike mission/ adventure/ journey manifests a whole new reality, exciting and fresh, tiresome and lonely...churning for that buttah (Buddha). For me, this is the most sustainable form of entertainment (among heaps of other things), like watching real reality TV that happens to involve my bicycle and me most of the time.
The views, the characters, the ditch trash treasures, the differeent styles of civilisation, the wilderness, the campsites, the rivers and lakes, the birds butterflies and dragonflies, the smiles, the waves, the honks, the weirdfaces, the peace signs, the small talk, the staring children, my flag in the wind, pedals churning an outline of infinity, the patterns of divinity pop out in 3-d everywhere.
Headwinds, rainshowers, hailstorms, cold morning hands, mosquitoes pestering, handlebar wristaches, another uphill, endless legs.
Copnceiving the idea that I might be able to pedal forever without stopping because it is so easy to just sit there and move my legs up and down round and round. It only gets easier everytime I bomb an insane downhill on the silken stealth chariot that makes but a whisper as it appeases gravity's want...like some starnge form of silent (windtunnel!) time travel every time I go abnormally fast on my bicycle for a few glorious moments at a time...
Lately the road has been mountainous and the terrain keeps zonking us with everchanging beauty and seeing these enormous green giants and brown cragmonsters gliding by slowly in the quiet distance as the asphalt races under my wheels at a cool 35mph, little cracks and bumps vibrating through me (the vessel), riding with the jolts like a cosmic snail in fast motion, just going with the flow.

Any day is a good day to pedal. (metaphor for living)