Ever heard of Neal Peart?
Some of you might.. some might have heard of the band he is in, RUSH (one of the greatest.. and he is often regarded as one of the best if not THE best rock drummer).
Neal's daughter died in a car accident, a year later, his wife died of cancer (he says she died of a broken heart). Neal rode bicycles and motorbikes all around places where he gigged... After these tragedies, he didnt know what to do, other than he knew he needed to keep moving, so he rode his R1100 up to the arctic circle then down to Mexico...
At one point, he is tormented by the weather (its the arctic.. doh) and his misery, and he writes this.. it struck me as particularly apt, because we all have something we need to escape from, even if it isnt something that tragic. I thought I would share it, because I know at least the harley riders out there cant read books:
"What ever torment the night had brought; what ever weather the new day threw at me, when i loaded up the bike and swung my leg over the saddle, my whole perspective changed. Focus tightened into mechanics and the mentality of operating the machine, and awareness contracted to that demanding paradigm. As I let in the clutch and turned the throttle, my world view expanded as I moved into a whole new paradigm of landscapes, highways, and wildlife. Infinite possibilities." - Neal Peart "Ghost Rider; Travels on the healing road"
I feel like that every time I hop on my bike, even if it is to commute (and the same when I ride my bicycle.. fwiw)
"If a million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." - Anatole France
"An education isn't how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don't." - Anatole France
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