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The air is cooler now. T-shirt, shorts and loafers have been replaced by leather jacket, gloves, jeans and boots. Travelling slow enough to take in the surrounds. It’s evening. The sun is setting and the shadows long. It will be cold tonight. A young kangaroo runs in front of Vespa. He slips and falls. He picks himself up but slips again. He’s panicking. He rights himself for a second time and runs off.
Five minutes later, the lapping of the water reminding me that I am back at the ocean. I had passed Long Beach tonight and continued to Maloney’s, only an 8-minute ride from home. I parked. I didn’t do much at the beach tonight. I stood and pondered. I thought of the book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and the authors exploration of Tao. I thought of enacting problem solving skills. I felt a little guilty.
With my first Vespa, in my twenties, I used to service the bike myself. I took great pride in that. To be a successful grease monkey when I was not a grease monkey left me feeling independent. These days I get Vespa serviced but find my independence in other ways.
I arrived home in time for the bar to open. I replaced the leather jacket with a cardigan. I warmed my hands over the gas stove. Tonight it’s chicken curry. The coriander and peppers, beans and Japanese mushrooms are on the kitchen bench. Cooking is enacting problem solving skills.
The martini is shaken. The radio’s on the local station.
The air is cooler now. T-shirt, shorts and loafers have been replaced by leather jacket, gloves, jeans and boots. Travelling slow enough to take in the surrounds. It’s evening. The sun is setting and the shadows long. It will be cold tonight. A young kangaroo runs in front of Vespa. He slips and falls. He picks himself up but slips again. He’s panicking. He rights himself for a second time and runs off.
Five minutes later, the lapping of the water reminding me that I am back at the ocean. I had passed Long Beach tonight and continued to Maloney’s, only an 8-minute ride from home. I parked. I didn’t do much at the beach tonight. I stood and pondered. I thought of the book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and the authors exploration of Tao. I thought of enacting problem solving skills. I felt a little guilty.
With my first Vespa, in my twenties, I used to service the bike myself. I took great pride in that. To be a successful grease monkey when I was not a grease monkey left me feeling independent. These days I get Vespa serviced but find my independence in other ways.
I arrived home in time for the bar to open. I replaced the leather jacket with a cardigan. I warmed my hands over the gas stove. Tonight it’s chicken curry. The coriander and peppers, beans and Japanese mushrooms are on the kitchen bench. Cooking is enacting problem solving skills.
The martini is shaken. The radio’s on the local station.