Zen ~ I believe that's where riding was born for me, in the quiet place of my life, but as you follow the story, it's when other people came into that quiet place, did it evolve out of quietness. I want the quiet back, I crave it. I crave being able to hear the slow gurgle of the creek up the mtn, and the wind in the spokes, and the rustle in the autumn leaves. Oh... I can't wait.

Hey, do you play accordion, or what?