Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Friday, January 16, 2009

189 ainaola drive


Lying in bed, it’s the low hum of the ceiling fan and the chirp of the tropical birds outside that reminds me I’m 5000 miles from the nearest continent. A week after arriving I’m still blasphemous in my resignation that Hawaii is its own world- a place where people are content and life creeps along to the beat of tropical paradise. Hidden beneath the veil of tourism and masked by people posing as hippies; the Tao of life in Hawaii exists along the road and in the greeting, among the trees and in the sea… it’s the wood of the canoe or the herb in the tea, a vibe that can be overlooked but never shunned. Its easy to sit down and drink tea to the moment, or wake up and mount your bike directly. The day starts when you’re ready and stops when you do, yet in following your own pace the rest of the island matches stride for stride.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 1:35 PM