Neanderpundit

I learned a lot in the MSF class, and I keep learning more as I ride, little short trips here and there, couple times around the block, into the next neighborhood, whatever.

What I didn’t learn, what nobody could prepare me for, was the music. No, my bike doesn’t have a stereo, and no, I don’t have an ipod in my helmet- I’m talking about the music of the road, the tune each road plays as your tires run over it- as if your tires were the playback heads on a tape machine and the road were miles and miles of recording tape, the music transmitted to your bones through your seat and through your wrists. You only get to feel it, at first, at fits and starts, between moments of being concerned about what you’re doing. Later, as you come to relax, you feel the music of the road, each road playing a different song through your hips, making you want to hear more of that music, play the song of every road. Makes you want to hit the handlaid tarmacadam roads of the southland, still laid in by chain gangs in some places, to see if they have a sorrowful tune; makes you want to drive the streets of old Delaware to see if you can feel the history in the seat of your pants.

Nobody told me about that music. I feel as if I’ve been waiting all my life to hear it.

I’d like you to direct your attention to the center ring, and go visit Jenny’s blog and read her last couple entries, and of course everything coming from Freddie is good too. Look at this writing, from two women who feared they’d have nothing to say.

While you’re surfing, visit Dick. Read his stuff from beginning to end, because he will be coupled soon with the lovely Kelly and will stop having so much shit to bitch about.

It dawns on me that Tree Huggers have a misplaced ideology.

Let’s examine this a minute, shall we?

There are no gay trees.
Trees only mate with their own species.
Trees have sex the same way they always have.
Trees have natural enemies, and in millions of years, have developed natural defenses against those who would harm them.
Trees never fail to engage their natural defenses.
Trees are useful, in life, and in death.
Trees usually smell nice.

Damn. I’m gonna go hug a tree. Trees are probably Republicans.