La Vie Velominatus: The Choice
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
– Oscar Wilde
I have a theory that every living being is designed to cope with a certain level of stress in their lives, that if our lives are somehow free of stress, we will invent new ways to meet our mind’s infinite capacity to worry about things it can’t control; I call this phenomenon the Suck Equilibrium.
The ability to cope with stress is what makes a person great; in Einstein’s case it was the stress caused by a desire to discover the Unified Theory, in other cases it might be to balance the checkbook. The driver isn’t important; that it pushes us to do more in life is what matters.
The Suck Equilibrium dictates that we adapt to the amount of stress we carry; no one is free of this burden – the hungry seek a meal, the homeless a home, the bike-less a bike, and the millionaire more millions. There is no cure, there is no remedy; no matter the level we reach, our natural inclination is to seek more from ourselves. In the end, there is only Rule #5.
The Cyclist is a unique character among the others. While the artist suffers because they must; the Cyclist suffers because they choose. To me, the greatest artist is that who choses to suffer, and who discovers the beauty in that choice. I am proud to call myself a Cyclist.
Vive la Vie Velominatus.
@Optimiste
Welcome aboard this crazy ship of fools!!! Sounds like you are well qualified to be an inmate! Just saw this quote over on the Peloton Mag site in remembrance of Amy Dombrowski and though it fit perfectly. I remember reading this book the summer before heading off to college and being blown away. Just loved it and still do.
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” Jack Kerouac
@Teocalli
Cycling: good for what ails you.
Or as the Cogal Reports indicate – Cycling: what good ales for you!
@Optimiste
+1
@Buck Rogers
That quote speaks volumes. Although I didn’t know Amy (only of her), it does fit her perfectly. R.I.P.
Clearly it fits as well to this community. I’ve tried living without the madness and passion of cycling, thinking I was doing the mature, responsible thing. In reality, my world became an dull, dark void. Fortunately, a faint ember was fanned and stoked back to a raging fire. The 2 catalysts: 18 months ago, a lifelong friend convincing me to join him on a crazy 1-day 331-km road race (with only 4 months to train after a 20 year hiatus from meaningful riding) and 1 year ago, this community.
The race reminded my that I love cycling. The Velominati reminded me what it means to be passionate about cycling. It’s taken me this long to feel I can engage and contribute, but I’m here (riding, racing, reading) and grateful for the daily reminders.
@Optimiste
It’s not my quote and I can’t remember who’s it was but I live by “You can’t help getting old but you can stay immature for ever”.
Live your life forever young.
I like where this threads is going ! Definitely taken a turn for teh better.
LI use a technique I call marooning. I ride as fr as I can in one direction, and then I turn around. Also, ride loops thatcannot be escaped from. Once begun,teh journey can only be completed. Puts those “turning around” thoughts whee they belong.
@ErikdR
I’m in full agreement with you appraisal of the above article. My little brain refused to follow along with the progression of arguments as made. It just felt like a bit of reach in trying to connect the two ideas.
@Ken Ho
I never used that term, but that’s what my first forays into meeting the man with the hammer were: map a spot 60 miles from home, ride there, guaranteed 120 miles were going to be done. Or, map a loop that was flat past the half way point, but hillier the farther in I got, so turning around meant a stupidly long ride home but continuing on meant pushing on with horrified legs. No escape from the hammer. Sometimes, I wish I could revisit those glorious days of ignorance and misery, heading out with nothing but water in a single bottle. And then I think…’what a fucking retard I was’.
@ChrisO
I’m a bit late to that party here but that last bit about expats resonates. I’ve designed my life to be stress free and as a result when I do get some stress I probably don’t handle it as well as I should.