My intuition has always been a miracle and a curse. Today was a gorgeous day to ride. Slow, calm, gray, smooth and steady. Easy on the eyes, mind and soul. Weave just ablowin in the wind. I for some reason, unknown and seemingly unwarranted to me had anxiety about riding although things were good and groovy. I was considering posting about my anxiety earlier with something along the lines of: send protective energy my way -but decided against it because, (well- how lame and silly?) -Moments ago, whilst driving to a new friends BIRTHday party, I once again watched my own Death flash before my eyes. Many of you know I drive a Vespa and have for years and I was T-boned once by a truck in only a helmet my dear friend Raf Vigilantics gifted me that was beautiful; yet not DOT approved, a tiny sundress and cowboy boots; I was miraculously only bruised after flying through an intersection near my apartment in Portland. AFTER that I was run off the road and broke my neck. My c7 is still broken, and fragile. If I fall of have the wrong amount of weight/pressure or strain against that I can still be paralyzed from the neck down, or die immediately depending upon the severity/position of such a strain. Im frequently asked why I still ride? Because I dont believe in behaving in fear. Someone in a large white truck ran a red light going well over the speed limit, while I was moving through my green light, intersection here in salt lake. I missed them by about a foot. So close though that my bike swayed. I saw it like it was slow motion again. Deja-vu. Intuition. Luck? Who gives a shit. Ive been feeling lame about telling those of you that I love and value and admire and appreciate, that I do. So hey, YOU. Yeah, YOU. I love you. #trustyourinstincts #remembertosayiloveyou
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 03:32:55 +0000
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