Le Bulk today. Le Cut tomorrow. Understand. The duality of man. Today, le bulk of le biking was knocked out by 10:30am. Le bulk of le group gear was le cut when we shipped it out at UPS before catching the Bainbridge Ferry. Direct to the Center for Bicycle Repair, a clinical name for a great guy, Cory, who took 11 bikes to ship on short notice, and proferred city lore and the best spots to continue Le Bulk.
Le Bulk resumed at Humble Pie, one pie apiece. We le cut straight to the hostel, ducking riff raff with le bus, read, showered, chessed and pursued trivia before heading to Ivar’s Acres of Clams, where Le Bulk was sent into overdrive. Understand, we ate an exorbitant amount of high quality surf and turf. Let me tell you, we then went a block for triple scoops of ice cream. Le Bulk was le’d to rest.
Boardwalk magician patter pushed us to the Ferris wheel for a romantic view of the city, then sleepy chatter shifted us into dream gear.
We read for 18 days. Books. Roads. Faces of strangers. Biking cadence of new friends. Hacky sack vectors. Plant varietals. Traffic patterns. Cloud omens. Maps. Stars. Perhaps they provided a glimpse into the future. Certainly, they will one day be a bright spot in picture books of the past.
Pride, relief, confidence. Freshly elasticized boundaries of comfort. Newly myelinated axons. Candy paint on the neurons. Out of black and white, into the world where nothing is certain, yet everything is possible. The joy of adventure. The peace of home. Le Bulk of novelty. Le Cut of security. The duality of life.
But life, unlike tires, derailleurs, shifters, brakes, pedals, is non-dual. We stepped into the river, emerging same, but different.