Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Old Stories

Yesterday I saw an old man about to ride an old bicycle with bald tires, a rusted chain, and brake pads nearly worn down.

"So why do use this contraption?" I asked him.

He gave me a knowing shrug and said it was because they were like old dance partners. He mounted the bike and rode away. The wind blew back his silvery hair; his thin arms held steady the bicycle frame; his legs peddled slowly but steadily over rough gravel. Like old dance partners they were in rhythm, playing to the music of the moment, the music of life.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This description reminds me of the movie "Waking Ned Divine," which I haven't seen but it describes the poster for the film. It feels like your building up to something here...the bike is a great analogy.