A beautiful ride last night through east Charlotte. The roads were ours for a few hours, and we made good use of them. The big moon shed just enough cold, white light to not need lights and combined with the cool temperature, all of my senses were excited, especially hearing and the awarness of others. Smaller movements like the rotation of pedals were lost, and we seemed to just be pulled along together by some unknown and un-eschewable force. Looking back now, I get the impression we weren't moving, but the scenery was being scrolled past us on giant rollers. As though we were paper cyclist cut-outs on a cranky show bike race.
Phinn asked me the meaning of "eschew obfuscation" during one of my more lucid moments. I had also wondered what it meant, the girl across the street from me has it written on her bumper. Just to eschew obfuscation, I looked it up. It means "Avoid Confusion," not "Discourage Confusion" which is what I told Phinn. So don't be obfuscated.
Also, I have a pink zipper-y sweater at my house. It had been lent to our fallen comrade. Is it yours?