'Tis the Season
This is the season when my heart, from May 15 through the end of the Memorial Day weekend, withdraws to a sheltered sanctuary of reminiscence, prayer, silent greetings, melancholy, penance...and echoes of despair.
One would have thought this misbegotten season was fated to dissipate or even disappear by now. It hasn’t.
Perhaps it never will.
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Gratuitous Non-Sequitor
I've found the motorcycle that will serve as my next ride: the 2009 BMW K1300GT. It's a marvel of precision engineering and gorgeous, consummate construction. I'm not sure if I'm lusting to ride it or lick it. Oh well, I'll sort out that conundrum 'bout the time I figure out how to pay for it...
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posted by Jonas | 5/21/2009 06:47:00 PM
32 Comments:
Happy belated birthday :)
Why, thank you Mary, but you're actually a month early. The silent greetings I mentioned are for another.
But, hey, it's the thought that counts so I'm gonna thank you, again!
Perhaps it's time to let go?
Trust me, Deb, I'm not trying to hang on.
Sorry to hear this is a sad season for you. XXX
Look to the bike. Look to the bike!
Sleek, shiny goodness. I bet it handles like a knife slicing through butter. So cool!
The heart has it's own seasons, unrelated to the weather. Memorial Day is just around the corner - you're almost there.
(That looks like a motorcycle the Terminator would drive.)
That season shall pass, Jonas. And hopefully will become less intense over time. You need something else in your life (read: someone else) to lessen the melancholy of those memories.
Why not lick the bike first then take it for a spin? Fabulous looking ride. Had a ride on one very similar last year. It just purred down the highway. Enjoy!
the tide flows in and then it flows out... the heart contracts and then expands... the pendulum swings back and forth ... i have no advice to offer; i know the seasons too well; their ebbs and flows... the only mantra i can manage to glimpse somewhere in the distance is, "this too shall pass"... eventually
I think it's time to get on the road and ride, baby!
And I agree with Ponita - lick it then ride it. Homage with tongue is a lovely way to worship. Take my word for it. ;)
Oh, you Sweethearts, you do this heart o' mine good!
I dunno, Selma. The bike has a high center of gravity, so I'm not sure how it'll actually feel. I've never ridden a bike like this. Oh, heck, I never imagined there would ever be a bike like this: water-cooled, ABS brakes, a motor more powerful than the one in my Porsche and...Oh, sweet Jeebus!...heated hand grips!!! (shhhh...if you listen closely you'll hear my fingertips squeal with pleasure). Given that I'm kinda "elongated" myself, I think we'll fare just fine.
Yes, Citizen, the heart has its seasons and its own peculiar shadows. I just didn't think my shadows would trail me for as long as they've had. So be it. The Heart has reasons that Reason cannot know.
As for the "Terminator" vibe...I dunno. I think I'll transfer my yellow diamond "Child on Board" placard to the new wheels. That'll counteract the "Teutonic" (well....Bavarian, actually) vibe (I hope). Ahhhhh'll be baaaack!
Ah, Ponita! I'm not lookin' for "someone else". To me, Love is not a goal but an unexpected blessing. I figure if I travel far enough and long enough, my path will cross with that of another. It always has...Love's always come unplanned. I'm OK with that. I'm a fatalist.
Yes, Joanne, the seasons of the heart are transitory. I'll be OK. I will.
Oh, Anna! I've long been an acolyte at the temple of the tongue. Yer preachin' to the choir, grrl!
I almost hate to type this wee tidbit,, But after 14 years I still find myself heading to melancholy during "certain times". Somehow I find a sick sweet solace in it- sometimes I get pissed at myself for going there. But it is what it is and then the good feelings and thoughts peek out.
So you thinking about a crotch rocket eh? BE CAREFUL lol...sorry the mommers coming out in me~
Now... I didn't say go looking, did I?? In your travels on that hot new ride, you just might come across someone who catches your heart, and you hers.
Happy trails, Jonas.
oh btw.. Do lick it THEN ride it... hot manifolds are a bitch....
Cheesy is cracking me up! Yes, I remember my first ride on a motorcycle, clutching fast to my first boyfriend at 16 and then burning the farg out of my leg ever so cooly withdrawing it. Lick first!
Frig the calendar! It's only a bunch of numbered days, basically math, and I was never good at math. Hang in there Jonas, and feel good.
I have a lovely round burn scar on my right leg from leaving a circle of skin behind on a smokin' hot manifold one fine summer day!
Enjoy the bike, Jonas. The wind whistling past you as you zoom down the highway will ease that melancholy mood. You can't help but be uplifted by almost flying! :-D
Ah, Queen Cheese, you understand the tenacity of shadows. And...sweet mommers...I promise to be careful. I already had one near-fatal motorcycle accident. I'd prefer to not have another.
Yeppers, my Pella Princess, Princess Cheese is guaranteed to bring that ol' Pacific Northwest wisdom (and a smile or two)! Then, again, I've never been tempted to lick a hot manifold. I've licked other "hot things" but...this blog is rated PG-13, so I won't go there...
And, yes, Ponita, I've burned my legs many a time on hot tailpipes (never manifolds). I've got me a few scars and, as a matter o' fact, I don't have any hair on the outsides of my legs after decades of ridin'...(TMI?)
Don't tell me you ride in shorts and the wind has whipped the hair follicles right out of your legs!?!?
Actually, my burn was a tailpipe too, not a manifold. Can still see that little piece of skin sizzling away on the chrome... ouch!
No... no more accidents of any kind. I've had about enough of hearing of people being ill or injured lately, thanks. Be careful but have a grand time.... that's what its all about, right?
Ponita - "Don't tell me you ride in shorts and the wind has whipped the hair follicles right out of your legs!?!?"Nope. I never wore shorts. Always jeans, boots, jacket, helmet (well...OK...usually) and gloves (I used to teach motorcycle safety training courses...and, truth be told, my habits saved my life). Leg hairs would get caught up in the denim and would then get unceremoniously ripped out. I swear, I felt each one go! The skin on the outside of my legs is as smooth as a baby's bottom (is that soooo bad?)
Come a little closer and let me check out those legs... ;-)
When you figure out how to pay for it, could you let me know?
That looks like a couple of years of college tuition to me.
:)
(PS: Listened to "What a Good Boy" seventeen times yesterday and thought of you.)
Oh, Ponita! You saucy vixen, you! (you made me blush)
And Jenn! Your Royal Highness! What a pleasant surprise! I'll freely confess that the bike is an extravagance...still...I consider it therapy.
And, yes, "What a Good Boy" is one of those (relatively) rare songs that stands up well to hours of auto-replay.
By the by, I haven't kept up with your adventures and castle doin's, but you really ought not to bust yourself up, m'kay? Here's hoping for a speedy recovery!
If I were into motorcycles as much as I am into clothes, I would definitely be into this one.
If we all stopped buying things that we lust for but which are just a little beyond our means then not only would the whole world economy completely collapse, but we'd all go completely insane with that overabundance of unchanneled lust. In short: the end of civilization as we know it, no less.
Yes, Smiler, I'm doing it for the children.
By the way, did you look into Ducati bikes at all? When and if I ever learn to ride, I will be lusting after a Ducati.
Ah yes, Anna, Ducatis (like SO many things Italian) are sexy beasts. I've ridden a few over the years and they've certainly got that Italian flair...and that curiously-weird-funky Italian engineering. If only I were younger, sexier and didn't mind spending money on repairs...
Yes, the Italian thing. I seem to be drawn to all things Italian (except for Italian men - the Italian in me knows better).
And I beg to differ. You ARE young and sexy. I can't dispute the expensive repair thing. Aren't BMWs quite pricey when it comes to maintenance too?
Oh, Anna, you made me shoot coffee from my nose! Young and sexy!?! HA!!! I'm as sleek and taut as a glob of pudding (the last few years have not been kind...and neither have I been kind to myself). Sigh.
THAT is one nice ride.
Will you share?
Sleek and taut is not the definition of sexy. Well, maybe to some it is, but certainly not to everyone. Sexy is defined in many different ways. To me sexy is:
intelligence
humour
kindness
sensitivity
decisiveness
self-discipline
... and more.
Of course, Scott. You can have a lick.
I'm rather partial to all who find the content of character sexy, versus those who focus on externalities (says the geezer whose externalities are crumbling fast).
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