To the Hills
I’ve had my Zero FX electric motorcycle for a few months now. The word to describe the experience is “space-age” – I’m over the moon!
I’ve had my Zero FX electric motorcycle for a few months now. The word to describe the experience is “space-age” – I’m over the moon!
MONDAY May 8th, 2023: Sold my internal combustion engine to a middle-school teacher.
If artificial intelligence proves to be an inspired portal to higher consciousness, then how much more control of humanity should IT be allowed?
Had a great test ride today. Harley-Davidson LiveWire has a very strong, broad powerband and handles quite well as a quiet (and sweet smelling) street bike.
Expected sunny weather but instead got drenched by a cloudburst when approaching the foothills around the valley, so I stuck with the streets around town and put off riding the winding back roads. Still, lots of fun.
I am thoroughly invested in electrifying California with focus on electric motorcycles. LiveWire is #1 in the lineup of futuristic transportation vehicles.
Just think of the many issues needing resolution before the year 2034, including fortifying the energy grid and making electric recharging more convenient. It’s an exciting challenge.
Today I would have been riding this LiveWire electric motorcycle (100 hp) if it hadn’t been raining cats & dogs. Rescheduled for Tuesday. (That’s my 35 hp KLR650 behind it.)
Anyway, let us rejoice in the blessings of nature, including electricity.l
After he got up I asked how he was feeling. “Terrible,” he said, “hurt my wrist.” Then he ran up to the car which had pulled aside a few feet ahead on Curtner.
I was ambivalent about getting more involved because, although the driver was at fault, it was the bicyclist who ran into the car.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. What do you see?–Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.
But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster–tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks.
How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive.
Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice.
No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in.
And there they stand–miles of them–leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues–north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite.
Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
The danger of heaven lies in the fact that one cannot climb it … The effects of the time of danger are truly great.
The I Ching or Book of Changes