Category Archives: Biking else matters

Engleza de joi/ Dread

Dread = great fear or apprehension.

…I find nothing fantastic in so-called fantastic art, it is an aspect of reality in search of sanity beyond the normal bounds. I believe that fantastic art is related to the protective dream, that it prolongs the healing dream and finds symbols that change dread into wonder, strangeness and beauty. – Thomas Häfner

 

After a pack of dogs jumped at my bike wheels, I developed a “protective dream”. The dogs in the tall dream protected me of the dogs in the tall grass.

Art by Kinuko Y Craft.

Biking Else Matters

The shape of goodness is the shape of life sometimes lived in the cold and fear of falling. My cycling season lasts for as long as the weather makes it (im)possible.

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.

The Japanese have a blooming chart for the cherry trees. I have a blooming chart for cycling after lilacs. Every spring day starts and ends with the promise of a more beautiful and balmier day. Spring gives freedom and courage to watch the world from a cocoon of warmth and kindness. When snow is beating at the windows, I feel beaten and frozen. To jump-start my optimism, the beginning of the New Year is the beginning of Waiting for the Spring Festival. Also I get to “fight snow with snow” by tricking and jinxing Winter on my skis…

Cycling is an adventure…Everything can happen. Only this year I have been caught in the rain twice. I was soaked, thinking that if I sped, as usual, I got home in a jiffy. Didn’t happen, my breaks did not catch and I was not able to see anything with the rain in my eyes. I was attacked by dogs (of war), hit my head in branches…Met wonderful people…Saw the world raw and rough on terrible sunsets…Had my face cut by the wind…Shed tears of endearment when an icicle got in my eyes and stayed, for a while…At all costs in tears and shivers, it is marvelous closed circle goodness.

 

From cycling in the cold to breathing in the roar on two of the most beautiful days of 2017 – Christmas day and one folstitia-fire Spring day:

 

Happiness is the root of all life

We are all unhappy people feeding on shines of never-ending stories of happier people around. Are we? Are they?
We are being consumed and trampled over over and over again.
After careful consideration and many well-built walls and some exquisite moats I declare that happiness does not rest with (other) people. Happiness starts with just US.
Yes, people create magic with a mere smile on a windy, bleak, hopeless morning that speeds away with every bit of light. Yet we are tired of being sunned over and then led into a haze of misunderstandings and apprehension…
Still we are totally unhappy and utterly happy in our own world. After bitter disappointments with the people I hold dearest, I place my every happiness in my carefully crafted dome.

“Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.” – Oscar Wilde

I divide my happiness by seasons and I season my dome with everything I love and feels warm to the heart. In the aftermath of winter I put my glorious bike trips in the cold into odes to spring – my poems about the coming of the Sun, the ladybirds and the folstitia…One can never write too many invisible stories about spring and hunt too many lilacs.

I have there my beautiful early mornings drenched in autumn rains and also in beautiful snippets of music.

I have there the fairy tale books I read on cold, misty and pointless winter evenings… I have there my every expectation towards spring like a dull root waiting for warmth and birdsong to make it come out into the crude light again.

I can do whatever, I can solve everything, people can blow all their freezing-cold thoughts all over me, still they cannot steal my glow, they can merely break some windows, because I am protected by all of these small beauties awaiting me under my dome.

They say pennies are the mother of pounds. Small, insignificant pleasures like the new moon or a beautiful flower are the mother of happiness.

First you’ve got to see the moon to be over the moon.

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Art by Rob Gonsalves.

Biking else matters

My love for cycling, Bucharest and summer took me to one of the most beautiful buildings – a daring blend of modern and tradition –  and to a vapory sunset over the Herăstrău lake:

September First

September First
is a burst
of clear touches of blue
and soft winds on dew
in crystal mornings
that warm to silent fires
holding trees in dire
and such lusty love-embrace

that they know no more
of Summer.

I decorate with an August sunset from my collection – one of the most beautiful, caught on the 30th.

Biking else matters

We all have a first love, a summer love, a winter love….
A last love.
We carry them everywhere…
And they carry us to the most beautiful places ever.
Pictures from dreamy Bucharest in summer:

Castle of sport – roller skating

Roller-skating and I go back a long time. I started small and brutal with a fall off my rookie skates. Then I let things develop.

Roller-skating is a complete sport. In order to practice it, you need to be in shape. As a biker you know a thing or two about poise. As a roller skater you are an athlete. Because:
If you lean too much on one side, you fall. If you stand too upright, you fall on your back. If your ankle cracks (my case) when you change direction, you fall. If you don’t have a brake and you want to stop, you fall (my case again) :). If you are tall/er you fall harder.
Skating is a combination of balance, stamina, courage, decisiveness and good humour, as you need to pull yourself together, wipe off the dust, get on your skates, smile and move on.

Roller-skating is a sport for almost all seasons. You can start in early spring and go on even in late winter, if the winter is dry. Whilst the skating rinks are packed, the park is empty and so are the bicycle lanes. It is exciting, very good for keeping in shape, not as dangerous as I have depicted it, nevertheless if you are a little rusty in your exercising routine, you feel it better on your skates.

I llustrate with two pictures of myself for the sake of my skates.

Between the two pictures there are more than 9 years of joy, there are some kilograms gained – of humour, of course :), and my DNA lost on all the alleys in the park and some hedges, too, unfortunate enough to find themselves in my path.
Consequently I have become a better person, hence the knee pads and gloves in the second picture, and of course the transition from high speed skates to aggressive rollerblades.

Well, if dry winter comes, can my bike be far behind?* Possibly. Definitely.

* Source of inspiration: “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” by Percy B. Shelley (Ode to the West Wind).

Castle of sport – cycling

Life is irregular. Some regularity could be the spice of just about anything. Just be regular in small pleasures and irregular in others – such as bad decisions, mad dogs and carbs 🙂

One of the regularities in my life is my fitness routine. And the uppermost goes to cycling. I started in my early years, so I had time to gather experience and not to be surprised by any “failure” as I survived them all.

Nothing can go wrong if you take a bike and start on.

It is an Adventure. You can go wherever you want and have means to observe life in the big city – people, old buildings, vehicles, feelings. Bucharest is a beautiful city with many facets. Bucharest is still the City of Lights. Nevertheless, it is not the city of cyclists, yet. That is why my pictures are taken in the park. I promise to break this habit and brave the big city, I mean the car-friendly city, and take pictures of some marvellous corners of history.

Keeping in shape. This has been my personal battle for as long as I can remember. It is said that you can burn 1000 calories in an hour. While cycling don’t go like the wind as the only thing that can come up out of this is exertion or maybe a flat tyre.
Cycling is very good for losing weight – I cannot give advice in this respect, but it is wonderful exercise as long as you like it and you are comfortable with your bike.

Life is better. Exercising is always good and happiness also resides in the small things. Firstly you change your routine of going to work and spending part of your time indoors. Secondly, bikers and roller-skaters are a nice community.

Earlier this week I have caught the skies on fire above the lake…

Happy June First!

The first June days are tiptoeing in light till they become the shiniest of them all.

 

Yesterday I captured 1% of the magic of the last day in May. On the Herăstrău lake -Bucharest.