| Re: The wway home
In article <GgRyh.22268$w91.19598@newsread1.news.pas.earthlin k.net>,
"Claire Petersky" <cpetersky@mouse-potato.com> writes:
> I was just riding home from the Eastgate Freeway station, not all that far.
>
> Quite often, when I pick my route home, I try to do is minimize
> unpleasantness: minimize traffic, minimize hills, minimize distance,
> minimize time. And these routes become the routine way to ride. This time,
> though, rather than minimize anything, I thought I'd maximize, maximize what
> was good and righteous.
>
> So, I chose a different way home. I haven't gone this way in a long time: on
> the trail that runs from Phantom Lake to Larson Lake through the blueberry
> farm.
>
> The 'cross tires turned on the fine-crushed gravel. The sun was setting, and
> the sky was glowing a magical gold. The marsh where all the blueberry bushes
> grow smelled damp and earthy.
>
> It was over all too soon - the trail spilled out into a neighborhood side
> street, and I started to climb towards Main.
Sometimes the lyrics of Supertramp's "Take the Long Way Home"
rings true.
<http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Supertramp/Take-The-Long-Way-Home.html>
"If you're the joke of the neighbourhood
why should you care if you're feeling good
take the long way home,
take the long way home"
That tune often pops into my head while I'm riding.
Especially while on the home-bound leg, and feeling
tuckered-out. It sustains me. Especially if I'm
dressed-up in my funny, odd-ball-ish (but highly
practical!) way for the rain and I'm "the joke of
the neighbourhood."
cheers, & laughing in the rain,
Tom
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