I built a couple sets of wheels this week. As I lace and weave spokes and thread on nipples, spin and tension and true, I’m reminded of the pleasure, and satisfaction, of making your own stuff. I’m not talking about mining the ore - so we’re not talking that deep in the process, but rather simply doing something for yourself that matters. We all have a different idea of ‘what matters’ in that equation. When I was a kid and interested in some new thing, my father often said something along the lines of ‘why don’t you make one?’ It’s that idea and the things that come from it that have provided some of my most satisfying and memorable parts of life.
I love rolling down a trail, thinking momentarily of the wheels under me, their bashing, and true-ness, sensing my own effort involved in the instant – it feels functional, and good. Rolling along, of your own accord - how is that for a metaphor for life. It’s not that you do it solo, but simply that you DO it.
Build your own bike, repair your car, clean up your neighborhood, throw a block party, build a trail …. taking action on your own behalf.
The trail up on Flowing Park is apparently in that golden part of the season, or it was … I don’t know first-hand, haven’t been up [more...]