To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
Rush hour traffic isn’t a great place to be on a motorcycle. This morning I got stuck behind a garbage truck for a while. Yech. I chose to get out of there as soon as possible. The “Serenity Prayer” talks about changing the things I can and accepting the things I cannot. But there are things I can change that I shouldn’t. That’s where I really need the wisdom to know the difference.
posted by wingman at 10:57 AM
I like anything that flies and most other things that move or move me in three dimensions. I like sports that involve the burning of fossil fuels. I don't like sports that involve balls. I enjoy beauty and make attempts to create some. I am deeply moved by subtlety and symbol. But I also like being a tough, outdoors guy. I adore women but don't understand them. I don't throw stuff away, I fix it. I admire simple and strong design but am often seduced by the complex. I'm a renaissance man wanna-be.
2 Comments:
I seem to recall sitting in Malfunction Junction, the ramp from 20W to 26W, and a certain familiar Honda motorcycle passed me on the ramp...and waved!
i miss my motorcycle. i'm jealous.
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