Odd commute today. A combination of Surreal and Zen. Surreal was having a crotch rocket blow past me at about 115 mph as I pedaled along the country road cutting through the cornfields leading to the city MUP. Zen was everything else.
Time stood still it seemed as I made my way to work. Half the time I was elsewhere. My mind was completely checked out until I reached the busy area. Then, I noticed that I was part of a greater culture....a car culture.