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The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #212: The Round Up
08.21.13
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.
It's 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.
We'll endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight).
On the fifth year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other people's 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)
- We're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light.
- Maybe some distance;maybe some hills
- Victory donuts!
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This week:
The Round Up
The cattle drives of old required scouring vast areas of open range and herding livestock over great distances. It
was a taxing and hazardous journey, thus lending itself naturally to fictionalized storytelling. So it is not surprising
that much of that which is "Western" in the American consciousness derives from the iconography of the round
up. And so it is that this week that we have our own kind of round up. Sort of.
To tell the truth, it's not a very good parallel. There are no cattle involved, nor even much in the way of open
range per se. It is not so "round" either, but it is indeed "up." Yes, yes, it is most certainly that. And we do
end up back at the ranch, in a manner of speaking, so...
25 miles, with a respectable hill early on and half a mile of unpaved riding (or, if you prefer, sandy moonlit
strolling) later.
Talk, talk, talk...
Check out our new web site!
(and join the mailing list!)
The hacienda must be built.
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