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I haven’t been doing as much distance riding of late, because I’ve renewed my instructor rating in gliders and have been doing a lot of that. Also there’s been a lot of towing and ferry flights in the Pawnee, I thought I’d do as much of that as time allows for a 66 year old guy…(or girl).But here’s the thing…If I had to let go of the bike or the aircraft, hard as it would be, the planes would be gone. The bike is the “real me” whereas aircraft are an indulgence.. I was looking at this recently https://youtu.be/fTi6AzmlcEM?si=IHlNQKVqw1NjtVlLand I again came to realise that looking down the freezing lonely road in Norway, not knowing what the destination would look like and the reflected image in the mirrors showing the past, is not completely unlike your journey through life.That was a massive trip, it was made of excitement, discovery, trepidation, relief and tinged with some regret at aspects that I would have done differently…(unlike life though, I had a second go 2 years later…).I’ve long thought that distance is like time, you see something that you’re looking forward to and it just seems to sit there and not get any closer, but something you disdain seems to rush up upon you. I did think that if I was to go to bed on that trip and not wake up, that would be the best possible way to leave this Earth…We do not get much say in the matter, but that would be a good deal for me and I wouldn’t wish for an alternative. I’m happy with the concept and I’m often critcised for mentioning it but statistically speaking, if life is an 80 mile trip, I’ve got 14 miles to go.So again time is like distance, you can turn around and ride back over your tracks, but you cannot re do the ride that’s behind you.
On some level this belongs here. From this evening's ride.