The high plains are remarkably resilient. After several years of drought the lushness can return practically overnight. As I circled Hays this morning I was struck by the pure force of nature bestowed by the cool, wet spring spring. The same conditions that spawn the tornadoes and violent weather. I rode by RANS and looked up at the clean white letters on the face of the building. I made those letters myself on the router table. I wouldn't want to be there in a tornado. All that aluminum, steel, and nuts and bolts flying around.
I rode past the profusion of colors in the cemetery. Memorial Day. Beautiful in a sad way. All the while I'm thinking about my retroscope. I can't just look behind without looking ahead, though. Except I can't see as far in that direction. I feel like the time stretched millipede vision of myself that Kurt Vonnegut describes in Slaughter House Five. I'm definitely growing some new legs. There's a good story here, and I'm determined to tell it. Stay tuned.
3 comments:
You got me thinking about something here ronnie, when your out there riding on your strange looking bicycle and you look at the little mirror to see whats happening back there, in the past, you are still looking forward, you aren't really seeing whats behind you, you're seeing the refelection of what was behind, just a second ago. By the time it gets to your eye, it's already happened, and once you can see it, you can't change it.
It's a good idea to take a glance in the mirror when your out on a ride, it just might save your life.
Just read your entire blog this morning for the first time...so glad you received all the posts from people in the business that you had built relationships with over the years. That had to make you feel better about RANS and the lousy treatment you got from Randy! How is the floor going down?
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