ok, here's my two corny cents on bike stress relief......
On a muggy June evening as I came over a rise and onto a straight stretch I noticed that I had the road to myself. No one in front or behind me and no one in the oncoming lane. Just me and all the bugs flying into my headlight. Then I noticed the scene unfolding around me.
The sun had set behind the horizon and all that remained was the orange-yellow glow that gradually faded into the other colors of the spectrum. To the east the moon was almost full and cast its silvery light on the landscape. The humid air was almost visible holding in itself the colors of the twilight. The light that remained created highlights on the shadowy forms of the landscape.
Glowing silver in the moonlight, ground fog was pooling in the lower areas. And like fairy lights in an enchanted land, fireflies began to shine their mating beacons. I could not remember ever seeing such a magical scene. The beauty carried with it a surreal feeling, bringing back to me the belief in magic that gets left behind in childhood.
I was filled with a feeling of peace and beauty. Grateful that I was able to witness such magical and rare beauty I smiled fully, risking collecting a mouth full of winged night flyers. I knew that I would have missed the scene had I been incased in a car. Being on a bike makes you part of the world, part of the life around you.
There could be no better reason for riding. One brief moment of overwhelming beauty is an honorable quest. I will continue to ride in search of more.
