I write volumes in my head while riding my bicycle. Recently, while on vacation in Vermont, I averaged about 25 miles a day. By the end of 7 days I had written a best-selling novel and a few blog posts—all in my head.
If only I had a wire attached to my brain to record it all. Hell, maybe that’s a good idea for a sci-fi novel. Or maybe it’s already been written. Doesn’t matter, it entertains me. Besides, most of what goes through my head while on the bike is best left on the road.
Until I begin climbing hills and the rhythm of riding takes over, when I get seduced by the scenery and the motion of the wheels and gears turning into just pedaling and not thinking so much, I might stop to jot a note or take a picture lest I forget whatever brilliant idea is coursing through the grey matter at that moment.
Here are some random notes from a recent ride:
- Can there be too much green? (I stopped to snap the photo here)
- Everything good happens on the exhale: insight, orgasm, deep thoughts…
- Everything bad happens on the inhale: fear, anxiety, worry…
- Don’t bother inhaling.
- Sugar ain’t sweet.
- FEAR: feel everything and ride; fuck everything and run; face everything and relax.
- Move your body, write your mind.
- Bicycle Buddha.
- Graham Greene only wrote 500 words a day.
- Ernest Hemingway always left a sentence unfinished at the end of a day of writing.
Now it’s time to get on my bike, take a few spins around Central Park, see what’s in my brain, what needs clearing out and what might remain at the end of it.
Have a good thought today.