The makeup of a human being is apparently complex and it is composited from direct perception, filters, memory, passport stamps and escape velocity. We see what we want to see, even when we don't exactly know what it is we want. We are reactive and active, passive and overtly creative. A bicycle can be a magic lantern showing our life thus far. And like any movie projector, or any screen caught in light, it disappears when the story/ride begins. Oh, I know, I turn my attention back to what a joy it is to ride THIS bike. I feel the irregular surfaces and grades of the roads that belt the earth. I adjust myself, keeping loose and connected when the ride is rough, but in the end the bike is subsumed, extruded, sublimated to my will. It is such a gift to have a will that rides.