Friday, March 25, 2016
Fat Boy and Slim Bike Loop the Sovereign Trail
It took a while to warm up yesterday, enough for a bike ride, anyway. But it was time; what's it been, three days? So I jump now to near present time, skipping over several foot adventures near camp, not to mention a daunting trip into town during Jeep Safari Week. Moab has become the proverbial "phone booth," or "Volkswagen," take your pick, into which the "Chamber of Commercers" has decided to see how many tourists can be wedged inside without killing an innocent child or maiming a senescent geezer.
My intension is to take some slack out of the "rope" of hit and miss BCB posts over this past winter, as well as here, due east of Moab International Airport. However, the road to hell is paved with that crap, so we will see.
I'm reminded of Deepak Chopra, while listening in on one of Bobbie's Meditation CDs. The goal for many (and I'm paraphrasing here) is to live as long as possible, but they miss out on the true purpose of life. It is Quality, not Quantity, that sets us free. Quality and Quantity are the "oil and water" of our baneful, life-in-the-fast-lane existence. They resist amalgamation. A true solution there will never be, and they are, to some extent some would say, mutually exclusive. You can have one, or the other, but rare is it that you will succeed in claiming both.
Not being able to affect to any great degree the quantity of our lives, should we not focus more on quality? Remind me, please, that less is often more. Shorter posts, plus thoughtful content, equals better blog. Maybe that even applies to photos. Ouch.
For an in-depth analysis of "Quality," in case you've lost sight of what it is, reread (wade through) "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance."