I think it’s funny the look I get when I tell some people I ride a bike. Usually because I guess they are surprised by the thought that I ride a motorcycle. Bike=/= motorcycle. And then when I explain to them I ride a bicycle, they usually have this “oh” reaction as if it’s all of suddenly detractive. And I always explain it like this. Why would I want to ride a motorized motorcycle, when I can use my own energy and strength to propel and move myself forward. Rather than use a simple throttle which only requires a lackluster twisting motion of the hands, I can use my the power of my legs. And that power has helped me reach 20-30mph or even a bit more sometimes. Just the thought of the capabilities of the human body, and the strength within ourselves continues to amaze me.
“If you feel … that well-read people are less likely to be evil, and a world full of people sitting quietly with good books in their hands is preferable to world filled with schisms and sirens and other noisy and troublesome things, then every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, ‘The world is quiet here,’ as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.”—Lemony Snicket (via contrive)
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep—leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.”—West with the Night, Beryl Markham (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)