I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride it well.

Look, I want you to be informed.
There are people who will try to kill you.
They see your lifestyle and want to end it.
It is up to you to decide to risk your life against them.
In order to get to school.
In order to get to work.

Why do they do it?  I can only guess.
Ignorance?  Laziness?  Inertia?  Self Interest?  Lack of Self Worth?
Hmm, maybe yes and something more (or probably less).

But, in the end, you meet the nicest people bicycling.
Like Mr. Trail, Ms Grass and little whipper snapper called Master Sand.

Or at least so says my past.
How to bring that wonder to my present?
Where age brings weakness in mental and physical pursuits?
How to keep on living and denying what is to come?

No answers here, but,
I find there is great hope.  
The more I bike the more I enjoy. 
The more I enjoy the healthier I get.

My only regrets are to have squandered so many years not enjoying.

S.B.J.

My mother recently visited Santa Barbara. There was going on this "Fiesta" thing. It has been described as:

Rich white men,
Dressed as brown men,
Dancing on the graves of red men.

She brought me back this important religious relic that epitomizes the event. I now pray to it nightly but nothing has happened yet.

When you are old you will relish things
  that were commonplace when you were young.
Sure, the physical degradation slows you down, 
  but the psychological restraint is what stops you.

List

P

The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress,
A Boy And His Dog,
Idiocracy.

In that order, please.

And, then comes today. Now.