Monday Morning Commute

This morning I rode the motorcycle to work but not after bundling myself up as it was a bit chilly this morning. The bike I have has 48,000 miles on it and it runs quite well on cold days for two reasons. There is more oxygen for combustion and the engine is better cooled and doesn’t sound like a bucket of bolts ready to dump parts all over the road which makes me quite uncomfortable. And the engine seems to be quite happy to run right at 65 mph which is about 5 to 10 mph slower than the commute traffic would like to go. Besides I am not in that big of a hurry to get to work. I am already a half hour earlier than I need to be. Cars want to pass me and it seems that they are racing to get to the office. I can recall a time when I would race to work in the mornings as well. And while I was watching all the cars spar for position in their quest to get to work, I just had the oddest thought. When I am at home in my family room I sit there in that box of sorts doing whatever I do. Then we race off to work to find another box to sit in. Our office, cube, work space and we do all the things we are suppose to do and some we are not. Then at the end of that experience we race home to sit again in that other box of comfort. I thought, “Why do we race during the time in between each box?” Why do we not enjoy this in between time, slowing down a bit, enjoying the chill of the morning air, the blue of the sky, the aroma of a hot cup of coffee, and for those on public transit the company of each other? Perhaps I am becoming more aware of our / my odd behaviors as I get closer to my sailing date of Oct 27, 2008.