If this little corner of the interwebs went suddenly silent, it might be in reaction to a book If finally I find another secret piece of the simple living puzzle, it might involve trading the virtual for the authentic. Perhaps I’d cease wasting so much time amusing myself with pictures of bicycles, reading stories about adventures I’ll never experience, written by people I’m unlikely to meet, and trying to resist upgrading all of my machines with another thing I don’t need. I’m reading a compelling book and, while I haven’t decided yet, this blog might flat-line.
The implications of this book are frightening and convicting. There are productive and needful things to be done, but I stare at a backlit screen. About three years ago, I shut off the TV, but it seems I’ve replaced the TV with the internet. I am a victim of the distraction of readily available information. It is a flood of data, words, and images without meaning. Could I be addicted?
If you still have an attention span long enough to read a book, I suggest…
Amusing Ourselves to Death
Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business
by Neil Postman
Until next time…
…if there is a next time.
Late July in north Texas encourages an early start. Being already out there somewhere when the sun leaps off the horizon means one can get a fair amount of quality time with his bicycle before it becomes a bit uncomfortable.
It also means one can take full advantage of that awesome sideways golden light as he crunches along on those empty gravel byways.
I’ve could have posted many photos, but this is what I remember most. The route had paved and unpaved roads. It had smooth and rough, hilltops and valleys, towns and wide open spaces. The biggest impression on this hot summer day, however, was the patch work on the gravel rollers of County Road 4010.
I had mapped-out a low-traffic route to Decatur, Texas, and I’ve been wanting to try it out on the bike for months. Since my bride agreed to meet me there and drive me home, we did brunch in the County Seat.
Why was CR 4010 memorable? I don’t know. Maybe it riding into the west wind. Maybe it was the steep, relentless gravel rollers. Maybe it was the frequent stretches of “repair work”. Do you see those lighter-than-normal patches in the photo above? Those are 2-inch deep patches of 1-inch gravel marbles. As I drifted (rolled) sideways across the road, I realized even my 42mm wide Hetres were not optimal for those areas. I’m not sure what is.
Well I did find me a low-traffic route to Decatur. That should get me reasonable access to a future camping spot in the National Grasslands one of these days. Maybe in cooler weather. It’s low-traffic all right, but there are some challenging bits I won’t forget.