Anchored and Holding Fast

Miscellaneous thoughts, musings, and delights of a sinner saved by grace, trying to understand and enjoy the beauty and mystery of this great God who has saved him.

This is for all of us with the motorcycle bug we just can’t shake, but for whom Providence has yet to allow to see the dream come true. Keep dreaming, boys. ;) oldworldwisdom: “You see things on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other.  In a car you’re always in a compartment, and because you’re used to it you don’t realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV.  You’re a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. On a cycle the frame is gone.  You’re completely in contact with it all.  You’re in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.  That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it’s right there, so blurred you can’t focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness. (…) Plans are deliberately indefinite, more to travel than to arrive anywhere.  Secondary roads are preferred.  Paved county roads are the best, state highways are next.  Freeways are the worst.  We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with emphasis on “good” rather than “time” and when you make that shift in emphasis the whole approach changes.  Twisting hilly roads are long in terms of seconds but are much more enjoyable on a cycle where you bank into turns and don’t get swung from side to side in any compartment.  Roads with little traffic are more enjoyable, as well as safer.  Roads free of drive-ins and billboards are better, roads where groves and meadows and orchards and lawns come almost to the shoulder, where kids wave to you when you ride by, where people look from their porches to see who it is, where when you stop to ask directions or information the answer tends to be longer than you want rather than short, where people ask where you’re from and how long you’ve been riding.” - Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

This is for all of us with the motorcycle bug we just can’t shake, but for whom Providence has yet to allow to see the dream come true. Keep dreaming, boys. ;)

oldworldwisdom:

“You see things on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other.  In a car you’re always in a compartment, and because you’re used to it you don’t realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV.  You’re a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.

On a cycle the frame is gone.  You’re completely in contact with it all.  You’re in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.  That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it’s right there, so blurred you can’t focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.

(…) Plans are deliberately indefinite, more to travel than to arrive anywhere.  Secondary roads are preferred.  Paved county roads are the best, state highways are next.  Freeways are the worst.  We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with emphasis on “good” rather than “time” and when you make that shift in emphasis the whole approach changes.  Twisting hilly roads are long in terms of seconds but are much more enjoyable on a cycle where you bank into turns and don’t get swung from side to side in any compartment.  Roads with little traffic are more enjoyable, as well as safer.  Roads free of drive-ins and billboards are better, roads where groves and meadows and orchards and lawns come almost to the shoulder, where kids wave to you when you ride by, where people look from their porches to see who it is, where when you stop to ask directions or information the answer tends to be longer than you want rather than short, where people ask where you’re from and how long you’ve been riding.”

- Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

(via venturimoto)

11 months ago

  1. seekingwhomhemaydevour reblogged this from anchordivision
  2. genuinecourage reblogged this from neoretro
  3. intotheuuild reblogged this from anchordivision
  4. anindiscriminatecollection reblogged this from us-coolkids-cant-die
  5. snakesonacane reblogged this from anchordivision
  6. rosesinrio reblogged this from anchordivision
  7. fearfullymullet reblogged this from mod-ernman
  8. excitingnice reblogged this from anchordivision
  9. fifiprime reblogged this from anchordivision
  10. alabamabottlerocket reblogged this from neoretro and added:
    give me a reason not to like this….that’s what i thought.
  11. knglmrt reblogged this from neoretro
  12. mod-ernman reblogged this from neoretro
  13. neoretro reblogged this from cjkelly3
  14. wolfsongs reblogged this from oldworldwisdom
  15. sobuttery reblogged this from anchordivision
  16. stezu reblogged this from phuckingawesome
  17. beatlesunrise reblogged this from beatlesunrise
  18. dbosworth reblogged this from anchordivision
  19. ryanashley reblogged this from anchordivision
  20. keepyourmemoryvague reblogged this from anchordivision
  21. mrzen reblogged this from oldworldwisdom
  22. teisenhauer reblogged this from taylorbdavidson
  23. us-coolkids-cant-die reblogged this from manshit
  24. manshit reblogged this from anchordivision
  25. eatapicture reblogged this from anchordivision
  26. taylorbdavidson reblogged this from phuckingawesome
  27. blackbonesblueberries reblogged this from anchordivision
  28. californiaclique reblogged this from awheeeek

1 ⁄ 1

- Inkhorn theme powered by Tumblr -