I sat rapt as Willie Porter let loose on his six strings... He bobbed and weaved and shook and funked...
And as I watched him, his eyes closed to the crowd, his fingers dancing across the fretboard and his body flexing and diving like Jonathon Livingston Seagull... I thought of how Phenomenally into his art this human is... And I smiled as I thought about how Into my art I Get to be... That zooming along the tarmac at bicycle speeds and above, my little wheels tracing curve on curve, my feet and legs and shoulders and hands pressing, pushing, flexing, kicking to propel me along unlike anything on the road... It's one of the most passionate things a human can do.
I really mean that. This is not some rant from some freakin' Trikke Dork. Once you figure this thing out, you'll be amazed at how phenomenally fun and "zen" it is to ride. Or swerve. (And give yourself a week or two to figure it out... this is a bike with built-in training wheels... but there are still plenty of things to learn.)
This was also a significant event in that my 11 year old daughter Kaleigh (named after another famous song) experienced her first concert.
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