Tuesday,
27. April 2004
Wheel
by wheel
A great day today, unfolding from the mood of one
moment:
"What is
your plan for today?", I asked Ronnie after breakfast on Monday, when he
was sitting on the terrace, the map of Mallorca in front of him.
"Towards
the South, Sa Pobla, Sineu, Petra," he said, and showed me the tour he was
thinking of.
"How many kilometers will this one be?" I asked, not
sure what my limit would be.
"About ninty," he guessed.
Not
even hundred, I thought. And no mountains.
And
so they fell in place, those ninety kilometres.
They
were what I needed, without knowing it. Cutting through fields, riding against
the wind, heading towards the horizon, sailing down serpentines, moving up some
more, seeing the sea from afar, and then racing down roads to reach it.
And
all this together, wheel by wheel. Leaving together, coming back together. Making
it together. Ninety kilometres, six hundred meters in altitude, one huge circle,
completed in three hours ten, in almost thirty per hour.
"And
you feel worn out and you feel new" ~ that is how I tried to put this feeling
in words once, and that is what tours of this kind do. Moving you on a deeper
level, while you move through all those places, while you pass through all those
moments.
Doing what
good journeys do: making a difference.
Part 10: Cruising
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