...the ephemeral focus of attention
|In the morning, I
retrieved Bill Silver's books and my SuperHawk. For the next few hours I crawled all
over the bike, diving back into the books from time to time. This was a leisurely
and satisfying experience; what I lost on productivity I more than made up in the joy of
tinkering and fine tuning. Then I fired the bike up - first kick :) - and went
Did I ever tell you about how nice west of Boston can really be; what with a textbook perfect Spring, lingering blossoms, slowly evolving delicate greenery and already the smell of fresh cut grass here and there, one can really imagine that all is all right with the world; that there are no introverts - only the gregarious revelers in the midst of yet another eternal mile...
For a while I rode behind a brand
new bug, admiring the courage it took to bring something so beautiful to the market more
accustomed to the lowest common - to yrmac blandness. So I looked at this whole
thing from a distance of a language, from a distance of a culture and from the distance of
motion. I fancied myself with a perspective of a rider, banking out of parallel,
toying with the perpendicular and bringing it back up. I could go on, but today the
sun was going to go down and the winds were going to become chilly so I had to obey.
PS I originally sat down to
post a question about why my CB77 might, on occasion (20% of the time), fail to rev down
between shifts (no binding in the well lubricated throttle cable, slides snap back down;
carbs are synched), but I guess the focus of attention is such an ephemeral thing...