Ever noticed how some relatives bore you to tears at family get togethers? How Christmas always seems to pack 96 hours of torture into 2 days?
Kiwibiker is unique, but is wavering on the edge of a precipice.
My "thing" is communication. Riding a bike lets me commune with the environment in a way that city bound folk don't understand, and that country folk can grasp but refuse to acknowledge as an acceptable pass time (generally) because we as a collective group, on or off-road, have the potential to sidestep generally acceptable behaviour (legal limits) at will. As a syntagm of the transport paradigm we can avoid rules, flout laws, and enjoy activities that hurts us, sometimes fatally. But we "get " how that can happen, and to a certain extent celebrate the vitality of our existence.
But communication carries a burden of responsibility. Kiwibiker is not a normal forum based Internet syntagm. It is a paradigm in its own right. We have created something that broaches physical and virtual communication barriers, and as such we are leading the human conciousness in integrating communication media.
We are a specialist group. We have an interest in that improbable transport medium, the two-wheeled conveyance, that doesn't fall over unless we fall off, or forget to put a foot down.
That means YOU. You do something that diverges from the historical flow of human experience. Not only do you use a means of transport that has a tenuous grasp on the physical world, you use an electronic medium that has only become a valid vehicle of discourse in human experience in only the last 3 generations of human beings.
So why do so many of you forget that there is a person on the other end of your sometimes outrageous, almost violent accusatory posts and private messages, go out of your way to poison such a fantastic blooming of human communication conciousness, one with extreme emotional and mental impact that exceeds anything that we have done before as a race? This opportunity will pass.
This freedom of human expression, even limited to a subject that can be defined as a suck, bang, blow motive power, strung together between two wheels, defies comprehension for out grandparents generation. I don't care if you are 15 or 50, your Grandparents did not have the scope available to them to say what they thought, to add to the collective conciousness.
All the people you meet on here are real. You could go for a ride with them tomorrow. I guarantee you would find something about them to like.
Because they are more you than not.
Stop being rude to your siblings. We get Christmas every day, and we should not let boredom, ennui, and familiarity lessen our experience of our fellow beings human.
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