The play of Light and Shade…
How can I explain what my eyes have seen or what my senses have experienced… or my mind has conceived. The road is much like Life itself.
Riding the long road has its moments you know. Like when you ride for hours and in your rear mirror you see stretched till far, far back… the black piece of satin stretched like a welcome gash upon the green- brown landscape. Like in paintings, the high mountains stretch till the skies- and the clouds ball around- fluffy like the beard upon Santa Claus’ silhouette. Moments stretch until eternity- bathed in gold of the dying sun.
The road brings its patches of shade- offering a break with its refreshing coolness, maybe even shelter for tonight. Then there are bits of sun- hard, intense, overwhelming- a test of your resolve… you have to stay focused and alert- yet not lose the opportunity of abstracting during those moments. Abstraction is where knowledge condenses into insights and revelations.
It feels all to easy to give up- but that is not how you write your story… but of course the heat and the road is harsh, often unforgiving. Then there are moments of cold rain that runs through you and even before you can gasp- you are immersed in wet, cold pain. But through those harsh moments, life reveals its beauty to you- like the mist that rises up from the tarmac in red clouds, catching the last rays of the setting sun.
On a sweltering afternoons, the hard surprise often come from crosswinds- like an invisible hand that reaches out to push you off your course. You struggle to retain your resolve; because your time is not yet over. There’s much fight left within- and so it goes.
Then there are colors- shades all around you- many more shades than the names you know… they embellish your path along the lonely road. Will they be your station- your colourful stopover- or should you carry on nevertheless- that is always the dilemma. And if you do carry on, would you be left wondering at the end of it- “Perhaps we should have lingered a few moments longer”. Unseen but omnipresent are the smells- of countryside, of factories, of cities and the sea- each of them creating their own world of olfactory delights.
And just like life itself, it is your ability to hold through corners without losing momentum or going off-track, that defines your prowess as a biker. It comes with the knowledge that the long road is less about momentary bursts of the throttle but rather that of sustained motivation.
How can I explain what my eyes have seen, what my senses have experienced… and more importantly, where my mind has traveled. The road is much like life itself.