ponyman
Warming-Up
- Aug 1, 2008
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It's a kind of catharsis via velo... a no holds barred, Devil may care, King S**t of F**k Mountain kind of thing. Know what I mean? It's attitude above all else. The daytime rides are the appropriate setting for real cycling practice, improvement, BPM, average speed, cadence.... Knightrider is about attitude. http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=8yzsIBMnPGs
I left Kanamachi at midnight and, some hours later, found myself creeping through the hills of Chiba in the pitch dark. A tardy thought sparked across the synapses. Get a cheap flashlight and tape it to the handle bars! Einstein stuff! Alas, there was about as much chance of me finding a flashlight (forget about the tape) in them hills as of the Pope calling 'round to piss in my Sidis... I crept on. The dark didn't get to me so much as the noises... weird noises, like 'OoooooWoooooWoooo', or Ghjaaaaaaaaghjaaaaaaghjooooo'. 'What in the name of God is that?', thought I. A bird, dog, monkey, wild pig, lost souls, nymphs, elves....?
Finally making it down onto more level ground, I reckoned I could reach the ocean by sunrise... no. About 7km short of the beach, the orange orb lifted itself from behind the silouhette of a hill and, humbled in the face of such beauty, I was forced to stop.
Soon thereafter, I found myself marching barefoot across the sand, ending up (at last) up to the jewels in a surprisingly chilly sea. Surfers waited for their waves, a dog clawed the sand, looking for... whatever dogs look for, early risers strolled here and there, alone with their thoughts, and the day began.
I enlisted the assistance of a surfer and his girlfriend to take a few photos. Maybe it was the intoxicating breeze blowing in over the waves, carrying with it the perfumed scents of faraway lands... or maybe it was just the beers... but I felt inclined to disrobe. My actions caused a bit of a stir, and put my impromptu photographers in a slightly awkward spot. They held steady though and, shots taken, I regarbed and put the Bianchi back on the road.
Now, with all this babble I'm throwing out, you would fancy Knightrider a reasonably fearless character... right?? The kind of maniac who eats danger for breakfast, peril for lunch, rashness for supper.... and hazard as a midnight snack. But, even KR has his fears.......
Again, departing at midnight, I set an unsteady pace down Rt. 1. The ATMs were closed until 7:00 a.m., and I was having doubts..... The attitude kicked in though, and I pushed the pedals towards Kamakura. Reaching Sagami Bay around 4:00 a.m., I cast the cleats to the side, and did the barefoot beach thing again. This time though, it was still totally dark.... KR is a wee bit scared of the ocean at night. An expanse of black, streaked here and there with breaking waves... I did manage to get in the water for a bit.... but nervously. I had time to kill, waiting for the ATMs to come back on line, so I rode along the bay, out onto Enoshima. Fishermen were getting there affairs in order, casting their lines as the sun rose over the hills. The moment was sublime; I snapped a pic or two and stood there in silence, thinking once again that life is good.
I'd found the location of the Big Buddha during the night, and was on hand for a direct consultation as soon as the gates opened. No word of a lie, that guy spooked me. I could swear that his eyes were following me everywhere... and I think he may have winked at me.... I got a photo taken, and headed for the door. I was thinking about doing a Thomas, and riding back... but the night had been long.... I took the train to Tokyo, and rode home from there.
The next Knightrider outing will come soon. Anybody in? http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=L9jxcwXunxA
I left Kanamachi at midnight and, some hours later, found myself creeping through the hills of Chiba in the pitch dark. A tardy thought sparked across the synapses. Get a cheap flashlight and tape it to the handle bars! Einstein stuff! Alas, there was about as much chance of me finding a flashlight (forget about the tape) in them hills as of the Pope calling 'round to piss in my Sidis... I crept on. The dark didn't get to me so much as the noises... weird noises, like 'OoooooWoooooWoooo', or Ghjaaaaaaaaghjaaaaaaghjooooo'. 'What in the name of God is that?', thought I. A bird, dog, monkey, wild pig, lost souls, nymphs, elves....?
Finally making it down onto more level ground, I reckoned I could reach the ocean by sunrise... no. About 7km short of the beach, the orange orb lifted itself from behind the silouhette of a hill and, humbled in the face of such beauty, I was forced to stop.
Soon thereafter, I found myself marching barefoot across the sand, ending up (at last) up to the jewels in a surprisingly chilly sea. Surfers waited for their waves, a dog clawed the sand, looking for... whatever dogs look for, early risers strolled here and there, alone with their thoughts, and the day began.
I enlisted the assistance of a surfer and his girlfriend to take a few photos. Maybe it was the intoxicating breeze blowing in over the waves, carrying with it the perfumed scents of faraway lands... or maybe it was just the beers... but I felt inclined to disrobe. My actions caused a bit of a stir, and put my impromptu photographers in a slightly awkward spot. They held steady though and, shots taken, I regarbed and put the Bianchi back on the road.
Now, with all this babble I'm throwing out, you would fancy Knightrider a reasonably fearless character... right?? The kind of maniac who eats danger for breakfast, peril for lunch, rashness for supper.... and hazard as a midnight snack. But, even KR has his fears.......
Again, departing at midnight, I set an unsteady pace down Rt. 1. The ATMs were closed until 7:00 a.m., and I was having doubts..... The attitude kicked in though, and I pushed the pedals towards Kamakura. Reaching Sagami Bay around 4:00 a.m., I cast the cleats to the side, and did the barefoot beach thing again. This time though, it was still totally dark.... KR is a wee bit scared of the ocean at night. An expanse of black, streaked here and there with breaking waves... I did manage to get in the water for a bit.... but nervously. I had time to kill, waiting for the ATMs to come back on line, so I rode along the bay, out onto Enoshima. Fishermen were getting there affairs in order, casting their lines as the sun rose over the hills. The moment was sublime; I snapped a pic or two and stood there in silence, thinking once again that life is good.
I'd found the location of the Big Buddha during the night, and was on hand for a direct consultation as soon as the gates opened. No word of a lie, that guy spooked me. I could swear that his eyes were following me everywhere... and I think he may have winked at me.... I got a photo taken, and headed for the door. I was thinking about doing a Thomas, and riding back... but the night had been long.... I took the train to Tokyo, and rode home from there.
The next Knightrider outing will come soon. Anybody in? http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=L9jxcwXunxA