update on the bad of the bike
Well, I finally come to terms with what I thought happerned to my bike. I figured that someone accidentally hit the bike causing large ammounts of damage which they were obviously unaware of causing. People do make mistakes and I decided I could accept that.
Only that's not what happened.
I've since been informed that what actually happened was there was a bunch of fucktards out drinking when they come accross my bike. They think it would be a really good idea to see how much damage they could do by pushing the thing over. But in order to do what they did, they would need at least 2 strong men capable of lifting up 200KG, then pushing forward in order to pivot over the sidestand. My bike, along with other property, I have been told has fallen victim to people who should never had been allowed in the gene pool. Apparently police were summoned before they reached my bike, and today I will have to begin making enquiries if they were actually apprehended.
Here's where I'm stuck:
I'm having serious problems getting to sleep because I keep dreaming up revenge scenarios, followed by realisations that I don't want revenge, but them to stop polluting the emotional world around me, as well as to fix what they broke (ie, pay for it). I've been cultivating the ability to see the goodness in the world around me, and I'm struggling against that thick tar pulling me back into those old beliefs.
fuck this shit, life is what you choose to look at. At least I havn't been murdered because I happened upon them while they were doing this, and the bike still goes. Not as pretty, but I have noticed on the ride with seth today that I don't care so much about dropping her. I'm more interested in lighting the fire that is my excitement. Pushing her harder and faster because I know I can, closer and closer to joining with this seething powerful mechanical beast. Feeling her petrol explosions and reactionary piston driving ever turning gears to the thrust of the rear wheel. I no longer ride her, I become part, and both of us are not who we were, we fly...
and so I awaken again from adrenaline and acetyl colene and all the other wonderfull biochemical reactions in my brain since it went *snap* just over a month ago.
I can't get no sleep...
Only that's not what happened.
I've since been informed that what actually happened was there was a bunch of fucktards out drinking when they come accross my bike. They think it would be a really good idea to see how much damage they could do by pushing the thing over. But in order to do what they did, they would need at least 2 strong men capable of lifting up 200KG, then pushing forward in order to pivot over the sidestand. My bike, along with other property, I have been told has fallen victim to people who should never had been allowed in the gene pool. Apparently police were summoned before they reached my bike, and today I will have to begin making enquiries if they were actually apprehended.
Here's where I'm stuck:
I'm having serious problems getting to sleep because I keep dreaming up revenge scenarios, followed by realisations that I don't want revenge, but them to stop polluting the emotional world around me, as well as to fix what they broke (ie, pay for it). I've been cultivating the ability to see the goodness in the world around me, and I'm struggling against that thick tar pulling me back into those old beliefs.
fuck this shit, life is what you choose to look at. At least I havn't been murdered because I happened upon them while they were doing this, and the bike still goes. Not as pretty, but I have noticed on the ride with seth today that I don't care so much about dropping her. I'm more interested in lighting the fire that is my excitement. Pushing her harder and faster because I know I can, closer and closer to joining with this seething powerful mechanical beast. Feeling her petrol explosions and reactionary piston driving ever turning gears to the thrust of the rear wheel. I no longer ride her, I become part, and both of us are not who we were, we fly...
and so I awaken again from adrenaline and acetyl colene and all the other wonderfull biochemical reactions in my brain since it went *snap* just over a month ago.
I can't get no sleep...