Know Thyself

Last night Ace was sitting on the porch enjoying a cold beer and righteous conversation with one of his best bros, Big Rog. Rog was elucidating on how fucked-up the world's system is and how it can grind you down, eat you up and spit you out. They agreed on the significance of keeping a good perspective and playing hard when the chance arrives to keep a balance in life.

This morning Ace climbed aboard his hawg. It was all ready a hot, humid, and sunny day as he fired up the V-twin, popped the clutch and rode on. He dodged traffic out to the two lane country highways that traverse the hilly pastures. As is usually the case, the miles rolled by and the world fell away. At 60 MPH Ace was as relaxed as it was comfortably safe to be. His conversation with Big Rog from the night before was rolling around in his mind when he was reminded of Socrates' guiding rule, "Know Thyself." The night before Ace and Rog agreed that getting out on a long ride will also get you out of the world, so to speak, and clear your mind. Have you've ever noticed that clearing your mind is like cleaning out your garage? You don't just wipe it all out, you have to pick up each thing and inspect it and decide its value. Should I retain it or discard it? All of the crap in your brain, the drama, the lies, the disappointments, the confusion and mislaid plans needs to be sifted through. Then, behind that pile of junk, the dreams are found. As the miles roll on, good memories and good ideas fall into place. This is where one begins to know thyself; where the light shines bright behind all of the bullshit. Man, today is one less rat running in the race. Ride on!