Obliviousness
At long last, I found my first opportunity to cycle along Chicago ’s Lakefront
Trail. I “did” the Trail Thursday and I
was kinda overwhelmed by the sensory inputs.
A winter came and went since I last rode that most
intriguing of 36-mile urban loops. In
the interim, I had embraced sloth. I had
“fluffed-up” considerably. “Buttered my
buns” immodestly, so to speak. It didn’t help matters much that winter lingered a bit too
long (though it had been extraordinarily mild ‘til February). It took me a bit o’ time to get legs ‘n’ butt
ready to ride some thirty-plus miles.
Did it. Can I get me
an “Amen”?
Pedaled my way some thirty-six miles along Chicago ’s lakefront Thursday. The excursion made me oh-so-very-happy as I
recalled a myriad of sensory impressions, reminisced and toiled anew.
The theme that preoccupied my mind was “obliviousness.” I guess I had forgotten just how oblivious so
many trail denizens were of their surroundings, or just how dangerous it was to
veer/wander in front of others who were barreling down the trail at far greater
mass and velocity. Physics can be a
bitch. Ah, the obliviousness of so
many....I had kinda forgotten the thrill of it all.
I spent some three hours pondercating the notion of
“obliviousness.” There's the forgivable obliviousness
of teenagers in love (oh, how I envy them!), the studied “obliviousness” of
street toughs (gang-bangers always whine about “respect’ though they show no
respect whatsoever to others), the obliviousness of tourists staring at sights
some distance from both their feet and on-coming traffic (yep, got it,
Buckingham Fountain is impressive, indeed, but you need not stand in the middle
of the path to take your photograph.
Just take three steps forward or back and we’re copacetic...and, yes, the fragrance of the flowers planted around the fountain is
absolutely heavenly). There's the obliviousness of the eyes-downcast text-ers
and, finally, the obliviousness I find most endearing (and most precarious) -
the obliviousness of toddlers.
I had me an encounter with a pre-schooler last year who, with a shriek of glee, pointed at something to her right and took off in that direction like a bullet. What she didn't notice was that I was pedaling along at about 10 mph when she ran directly in front of me, just a coupla feet in front of my spinning wheel (and 230 pounds of "slow-reaction time" moi). I got good brakes on my bike, surely do...Stopped on a dime, in fact. Pitched me right over the handlebars. The toddler escaped injury. Her mom nearly had a heart attack and I had me a bit o' road rash and a tale to tell about riding cautiously around pedestrians.
I had me an encounter with a pre-schooler last year who, with a shriek of glee, pointed at something to her right and took off in that direction like a bullet. What she didn't notice was that I was pedaling along at about 10 mph when she ran directly in front of me, just a coupla feet in front of my spinning wheel (and 230 pounds of "slow-reaction time" moi). I got good brakes on my bike, surely do...Stopped on a dime, in fact. Pitched me right over the handlebars. The toddler escaped injury. Her mom nearly had a heart attack and I had me a bit o' road rash and a tale to tell about riding cautiously around pedestrians.
I rode me some 36 miles pondercating the notion of
obliviousness and realized (with a start) the truth of the obliviousness of a
graying git pedaling along whilst lost in thought. Dear me.
I realized I had kinda zoned out for fairly long stretches of trail. OK, I may have been musing about
the human condition (a somewhat respectable endeavor), I may have been gazing
at the sights. More often than not,
though, I was contemplating a bit o’ well-oiled cleavage...or a decidedly
perfect curve of a hip.
There are times I wax poetic. There are times I might seem somewhat
“deep.” Nah. I’m just human. No different than most. Just pedaling along a trail, oblivious as all
the rest.
An accident waiting to happen.
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I stumbled across this video and was absolutely delighted. It documents the Lakefront Trail from south to north. Judging by the shadows, the rider traversed the trail early in the morning. I generally ride much later in the day when the trail is far more crowded. Even so, I revel in the imagery. I've come to know the Trail well and this video kinda captures it:
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posted by Jonas | 6/22/2013 10:00:00 PM
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