Wednesday, January 18, 2017


Douglas Adams demonstrated the inherent folly of trying to understand the meaning of life, the universe and everything in his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy, whereupon we were aware of the answer (which was 42), but nobody knew what the hell the question was that brought us there in the first place.

Still we continue to look for it.  Meaning, I mean.  Even though we are not always quite sure what that means.  Some are fortunate to find it in their work.  Or in a significant other.  Failing that the rest of us are left to our own devices.

I consider myself lucky enough to find it in the ride. Despite the inevitable calamities of modern life, I have always found meaning on two wheels.

And I'm thankful for it.

Every apex an answer.  What was the question?

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