Ride a bike, share your experience and love. When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart. ~Diane Ackerman

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Thursday, September 3, 2009


Meme Ortega put this one together and its fitting for the tainted, filthy, black, soot filled air in So. Cal. The air is so bad my sinuses are going haywire. I don't want to breath. I don't want to spend too much time outside. I run from my house into my car. In my car I'm afraid to run the air conditioner because even though I have it set on recycle air, I still smell the smoke. This time of year you can't escape it. Smoke is everywhere. In the mornings, its like my car, the ground and air is filled with snow, except this snow stinks of smoke.

I hope it rains, we need the rain to clean the air and wash away the dirt and grime. Its been about two weeks since my last ride and the same for my run. I can't stand it. Maybe this weekend, I can get something in, a short run or a easy ride around Bonelli.

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