classical romanticism

I believe it to be fairly common that people separate the psychological world from the physical world. (I'm working on getting some sources to cite the development of this idea). I think that the tragedy of this form of perception is that it denies the basic understanding of the human existence as a physical act. Therefore, contrary to the aforementioned idea, I think that the more one understands their own psychological/spiritual existence, the closer they come to understanding the physical world around them. Some would argue that the limitations of human perception shape and distort the actual world from the world which we experience. I don't deny that, but offer the additional note that pure understanding is not the goal but the process of becoming one who seeks to understand which holds the greatest reward. It is far greater to have approached infinity and be humbled by it than to have discounted the destination as possible and grown farther from it with each moment.

possesion of thought

So, I've previously discussed the idea that possession is merely an illusion created by an alignment of the space-time path of an object alongside the space-time path of a person. They can approach each other, seeming to merge, but it is merely an illusion created by to wide a view.
I'd like to explore that idea as it would apply to our thoughts. Consciousness is a journey, a time-line of thoughts that build upon one another, oftentimes arriving at ideas or conclusions that others have arrived at as well. I don't intend to make the argument against independent thought. On the contrary, independence is the core characteristic of human thought.
The concept I am laying out is that the ideas and realizations that we come to are independent of us. It is not necessary for someone to have considered compassion for it to exist. Given this hypothesis we can explore the revelations that we arrive at as a chase, this pursuit for understanding-a passionate pursuit. It is unlikely that one could scarce draw a map to patience, but it is undoubtedly out there, waiting for us to come crashing into it, headlong, with the force of a thousand conclusions to propel us, and the grin of one whose understanding exceeds one's perception.

I just got back on Monday from an 850 mile road trip out into the Texas Hill Country. Me and handful of other bikers camped out at Lost Maples State Park and road the legendary Three Sisters group of roads, 335, 336, and337. I'm kinda exhausted right now but I'm gonna throw down some thoughts before crashing.
Initially, in the planning stages of the trip I thought about what I would need while I was gone. It dawned on me after a while that I was dreading returning. One of the reasons was that all the bullshit of everyday life would be waiting for me-no matter how far I rode. So I decided to reduce the amount of crap waiting for me when I came back and cleaned the house, did all my laundry, dishes, mowed the yard, washed the car, and generally took care of any loose ends I could think of. This was the best idea I've had in a while.
There's a break-point on a road trip where the relevancy of my normal everyday life becomes microscopically small. It usually happens when I am finally far enough out that I am the only one on the road. Problem is, the everyday life becomes increasingly relevant as I ride back towards home. By reducing the number of things that life would entail upon arrival back at the house I made the ride home in a relaxed fashion and was pleased to have nothing to do but relax and unpack when I got back.
More details about the trip later. Right now, it's time for some much needed rest.

One of the things I really like about Texas is the vast area of it that is undeveloped. Although suitable to support life, much of it is ill suited for crops or major development. Living in the city can create a false sense of progress by way of new buildings and structures. Outside of the city though there are thousands of acres of land that look much like they have for thousands of years. The only signs that man has even seen it before is the occasional road.

Wanting

It's funny the things we'll tell ourselves in order t rationalize a purchase. I was speaking with a friend recently about motorcycles. He wants one bad. I mean, there is always a cycle trader next to the john, he has every issue of Horse magazine, he checks craigslist for motorcycles every chance he gets. Here's the kicker, he's never really ridden a motorcycle more than a few blocks. So what is it that he wants? Does he want to own a motorcycle? I started thinking about my own motivations for buying a motorcycle.

I grew up around motorcycles, my dad rode, his friends all rode, we went on camping trips to motorcycle rallies on a regular basis. Motorcycles were something that all of my male role models had, as were tattoos. With this influence I never second guessed my motivations for buying a motorcycle. That's the first problem. I would envision myself with a motorcycle, cruising down the road, and in retrospect, I realize I was just photoshopping my face onto Peter Fonda's body on the Easyriders poster. I had no frame of reference for what the experience of riding motorcycles would actually be like. I had ridden many miles on the back of a motorcycle, but virtually none as the pilot. Yet I was just as fascinated as my friend, and many others, are.

I asked my buddy why he wanted a motorcycle and he thought about it for a bit and then answered, "Freedom." That was it. He wanted to be free and these pictures of people on motorcycles and these stories that he's heard, they make motorcycles seem like the golden ticket to freedom. THis is one of the most predominant perceptions of motorcycles. To be fair, motorcycles do offer a form of freedom, but it may not be what people are envisioning when they buy one.

The freedom on a motorcycle is a stripping down effect. You become limited as to who you can take with you when you go somewhere, how long you can travel between gas stops-depending on the size of your tank- and how much crap you can take with you. All of these things are fairly minor, but this next one is the real doozy: complacency. Complacency on a motorcycle is extremely dangerous, a little gravel on the road, a miscalculated turn, a car changing lanes into you can all mean disaster. Riding involves the cooperation of every apendage, and sense, working in unison. The freedom on a motorcycle is that of general safety. There is nothing but your clothing between you and the world. And by world, I mean to include the menagerie of shit that's going to pelt your body as you cruise down the road. Just two days ago I took out a Monarch that was large enough that I had to pull off at the next gas station to clean my face shield in order to see effectively.

I think if most people were asked for a definition of freedom it would not include a reduction in safety and an increase in risk, but that is exactly the kind of freedom that a motorcycle offers. Why is this freedom so appealing to people? The answer, quite honestly, is that it is not. THe perception surrounding motorcycles and biker culture leave out being pelted by rain, bugs, and road debris. These perceptions don't include the costs of new tires, oil changes and safety gear. The perceptions are all wind swept hair and bright chrome accesories- saddle sores and aching bones have no place in the motorcycle fantasy.

When it comes down to it though, it's the ugly side of motorcycling that I'm the most proud of. I took a trip up to dallas and made a decided impact on the bug population between here and there. The front of the bike was covered in bugs-I didn't wash it off for two weeks. I earned every one of those little bastards. Learning how to survive a five hour trip on the bike without giving in to fatigue is so much more important than how shiny my chrome is. My perceptions before I bought my bike were based around emotions associated with preconceptions of who bikers were. My experiences with my motorcycle and the roads of Texas have all been instrumental in revealing who I am, and that has been the best surprise of all.

Experience

Well we're finally getting around to writing. The semester is rolling to a close and summer is quickly approaching. Here is the rough draft, which will undoubtedly undergo many revisions, of what could be the introduction to a book....

The very nature of life is transitory. Life is an experience that we share. It's not that we share it with each other, but that we are each experiencing it. How we choose to experience it determines what we define as life. The pursuit of material goods is an attempt to attain a certain experience. It is a misguided attempt because possesion is an illusion. No one owns anything. This isn't a jab at the banking system or government. This is bigger than finance or government. The existence of matter in the universe is in a constant state of balance. Matter can be neither created nor destroyed. The idea that you have an object and I don't does not mean that I am without the object, or that you possess it. Only that you share a more intimate location to the object than I do. It has to do with a convergence between your space time continum and the objects. The object exists independently of you. The object is never a part of you. The only thing we can own are our own memories which are born of experience. There are false memories that threaten to trivialize and marginalize our true experiences. Visual media is available on such a wide scale that you can see any number of things, from car wrecks to UFO landings. The key is that you don't experience events that you observe.

Experience is what truly shapes us. It is the teacher. Motorcycling, at it's purest, is an experience. This experience is referenced and alluded to, but rarely analyzed. There is more to the experience than "owning" a motorcycle. I can no more own my motorcycle than I can own the road I ride it on. The motorcycle is an independent creature of technology, a union of art and function. The experience that I am talking about, because there are many, is the experience between the earth, the sky, the bike and the rider. This experience is what gave rise to these thoughts and ponderings. Ultimately, I am examining relationships. A relationship between man and machine is no less trivial than that between man and woman or even man and God. The interaction between independent forces all have the same rules. A path walked with God can lend insight to the path walked with a motorcycle, and a path walked with a motorcycle can lend insight to the path walked with women. The company may be different but the concerns are the same...

New Tires

So I finally have new tires on the bike. I had a new rear tire put on around 18k and a front tire at around 20k. I went with Metzler Marathon 880's since they were the best available ( according to Tim at the parts counter and countless contributors to the online Kawasaki forum. I found no evidence that the tires had been changed before. The previous owner had kept every receipt possible. Now I just need to wash the beast...