IL Duce (the most benevolent) Dictates a ride
The previous two blogs have bared the soul and spewed the NIBU guts out there for all to see. Therefore it is time for the third installment. The previous blog laid out the mandate by IL Duce to get my balls (Aldopho and Benito) secured from frostbite , and get myself out on a midnight winter patrol of the Southwestern NIBU territory. Billy Big Ring also laid down the challenge to top his entry with the remark" Top that you illiterate metaphorical Luddite!"
Thus, I was prepped for the night patrol on my Pugs . Now some of you would say.."What could there to be seen at night?" Well, much as well mannered cyclists all thought that NIBU was but a black hole ready to suck all the light out of cycling respectability; we have here what many would construe as night..
Yes there is darkness in the underground, but that is only because you have not adjusted to the level of light present, and have not let your imagination loose on the cycling landscape.
Turn the pedals over a few times and give the endocannabanoid receptors time to warm up. Cannabanoid receptors you say. W.T.F.? Yes indeed ,all the more reason to ride outdoors ,because once the drug task force gets the proper equipment ready, there could be a mass indoor exercise raid ,and all indoor exercise junkies will be looking for bail money and the NIBU 12 step outdoor rehabilitation program. Don't believe me? Check it out at "cognitive neuroscience and psychology".
Now then ,once the cannabanoid receptors/pupils opened on the 0 degree Friday night ride, the sky and undulant landscape started to open up in a panoramic display invisible during the daytime.
While the sedentary dozed in front of "Dancing with the Stars" , there I was literally dancing on the pedals while the constellations above poured out diminutive dots of light to guide the way . Recognize; as paraphrased from Neil DeGrasse Tyson... that the very molecules that make up your body; the atoms that constitute those molecules, are traceable to the crucibles that were once the centers of high mass stars that exploded their chemically enriched guts into the galaxy enriching pristine gas clouds with the chemistry of life. So that we are all connected, to each other biologically, to the earth chemically, and to the rest of the universe atomically..... Such are the delights of a night ride in the winter. Alone, but not lonely, and forever connected. Therefore, get out and ride. Turn off the lights when not necessary and open up to the universal simplicity and oneness of cycling .
And once you return from the nocturnal sojourn; kick back, put your feet up and savor that Flying Spaghetti Monster of a tryptophan mellowed sleep. Until the next ride.
Peace out
A K.S.B. progeny production
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