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The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #389: Rusty Belt Loops
02.8.17
One or more persons during a certain period drop their usual motives for movement and action, their relations,
their work and leisure activities, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the
encounters they find there.
Its a bike ride.
Started by user nathansnider and user theroyalacademy.
It meets every Wednesday at 8:30pm at California Donuts #21.
We ride at 9pm.
On the eighth year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other peoples rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- certainly more amateurish enthusiasm
- disorientation
- reorientation
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- karaoke
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
Furthermore:
- A medium pace (maybe not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- Were not in a rush; we dont need to run every light.
- Maybe some distance;maybe some hills
- Victory donuts!
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This week:
Rusty Belt Loops
Though they were not all as big as the factories that supported the towns of the canonical rust belt, they still
played their part to hold up the pants, as it were, of the communities around them. And now they are mostly
rust and dust.
Well, hrmm, that is kind of a strained metaphor.
You see, it is a simple idea for a bike ride - visiting the sites of several former manufacturing plants and
looping around them - and perhaps on a different night, we would elaborate upon this further, right here, in this
space that you are looking at right now. But less than an hour before we leave the donut shop, well, you will
understand if we keep things brief, yes? Maybe the best thing to do here would be repurpose the gesture we
use all too often on the bike ride when talking about things that are no more or may never be: the outstretched
arm pointing toward empty space, saying "imagine, if you will, all the words that might have been..."
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We hope you imagined some insightful prose and pithy turns of phrase, with intriguing clues that make you
want to come out to ride bikes. See you at the donut shop?
(30-35 miles; flat; some short off-roading)
Talk, talk, talk...
Check out our web site!
(and our tumblr!)
(and join the mailing list!)
The hacienda must be built.
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