The following is an excerpt from The Bicycle Rider in Beverly Hills, by Wm Saroyan, posted here to conteract the insanity and dissonance loosed upon the world by bushco and his fundy freakozoids. I hope you like it.:hi:
"The bicycle is the noblest invention of mankind," wrote Saroyan.
Out of rhythm comes many things, perhaps all things. The physical action compels action of another order --action of mind, memory, imagination, dream, hope, order, and so on. The physical action also establishes a deep respect for grace, seemliness, effectiveness, power with ease, naturalness, and so on. The action of the imagination brings home to the bicycle rider the limitlessness of the potential in all things. He finds out that there are many ways to ride a bike effectively, and the acquaintanceship with the ways and the comparing of them gives him an awareness of a parallel potential in all other actions. Out of the action of the imagination also comes music and memory.
In the early days of the search I heard many great symphonies which no composer ever put to paper and no orchestra ever performed. This is understandable, I hope.
As the saying is, they came to me. I was born restless and was forever eager to be going. There never seemed to be enough of going for me. I wanted to get out to more and more. This might have worn me out, but what it actually did was refresh and strengthen me. Wanting to go and not being able to do so might have given me another order of strength, but the order that I received was to want to go and to go. To want to search and to do so.
On the way I found out all the things without which I could never be the writer I am. I was not yet sixteen when I understood a great deal, from having ridden bicycles for so long, about style, speed, grace, purpose, value, form, integrity, health, humor, music, breathing, and finally and perhaps best, of the relationship between the beginning and the end."
For a more complete extract see
http://thecyclotherapist.com/oct99.html