Since I'm riding the bicycle as my main transport, this following paragraph taken from the novel, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert Pirsig, expresses a feeling I have at times while I bike on...
On a [bi]cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.
53 days, 7 weekends sober
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