Ucalyptus Christmas Tree.. .

merry Christmas. .
or happy Hanukkah
grace grace grace grace. .
even if you don't believe in it. . .
it might be at work nonetheless nevertheless. .
not by strength or might. ..
somehow the heart keeps beating.
today was TT day.
flying though the vineyard.
self propulsion.
just he noise of the wheels on the choppy pavemented sonoma county roads,
the gears shifting,
and you're own heart beat,
(and the occassional big truck who likes high speeds and not cyclists)
it was nice,
like flying.
but not..
maybe better.
more fleeting .
maybe tomorrow,
it won't feel that way.
maybe there'll be head winds
or rain,
or bad legs. .
life on the bike.
it's a good one.
the thinking that takes place onthe bike.
i think every person that needs some
problem solving time. .
which is probably most everyone,
should ride a bike.
even if it's to the post and back.
or to the grocer,
the whatever.
or whatever
handcycle if you got arms,
wheelchair,
walk.
no oil
bad.
oil bad.

except, next week,
when i fly home to CO. .
then it's good.
but as soon as i return to my
utopian west sonoma county "shangri-la" as my boss put it. .
oil bad.

happy holidays. .
get those cards in the mail,
or those packages sent.

you know there's people who are hoping to hear from ya.

peace.