Forward Motion

If there is a reliable constant in my life it is a lack of forward motion. I’m capable of pursuing the perfect decision at the expense of any decision. It does not discriminate and applies to every aspect of my life. My daughter has gently prodded me in this blog and my wife has done so privately to move me towards buying more protective riding gear. As those of you who ride know the array of products is mind-boggling and opinion ranges from casual to evangelical. It is fertile territory for me to defer the decision to some other sunny day….

I did make the decision to buy a pair of inexpensive Tourmaster Overpants with hip and knee armor. They’ll be fine. Better than jeans and at a price I can afford. And I bought some earplugs to protect my hearing while I ride. I’ve used them before while working with powertools but using them underneath a helmet is sort of claustrophobic and unsettling. I rode the scooter out into the countryside just to get a feel for things and have decided I like them. I can concentrate better and things seem clearer. Strange.

The ride was lovely as I rode along the empty roads outside of town. I stopped to watch the sun go down by two big white pines that some farmer didn’t decide to cut down for some reason. Once the sun went beneath the horizon I rode home to continue the forward motion. As some of you know I am completing my MFA in Art this semester and have a lot of work to do. After I make this post I’ll tend to my artist statement that needs some attention. I’ve been putting off printing the 20×24 prints for the landscape installation I am going to show. It’s more fun to ride the scooter.

If anyone is reading, expect me for chocolate chip cookies when the touring pants arrive Friday.