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

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

In transit

Monday, March 26, 2007

It’s difficult for me to grasp the magnitude of global travel. You arrive at the airport and suddenly you’re in a new little world. One where no one knows anyone and everyone is going to and coming from somewhere else. Each person contributes a little to the world in an almost inaudible way, yet each flight arrives in a place completely different than that of where it departed. It’s hard for me to imagine that as I sit here at LAX, people stroll by on there way to a new gate fresh off the plane from somewhere I can hardly imagine to do something that I will probably not even know happened yet is essential to the overall productivity of the world. Then, think of all the people scurrying about at LAX and realize that it is only one of 1000’s of airports around the world.