Zen and the art of cycling

We bought a car. It's 13 years old but it goes.
Cars cars cars. We love them, we hate them. Freedom to travel. How free are we behind the windscreen? As free as behind the TV screen? How free is that?

Cycling to and from work I can look at the trees. In the winter they stand bare. I watch them bending and dancing. In the Springtime I see the cherry blossoms shaking; pink, white, pink. The green Summer, trees are heavy, birds sing squirrels jump. The autumnal city shines; leaves on the road. I see high walls. I see the sun setting over the Oxfordshire hills. I can feel the rain. Snow. Wind.

"On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming".Robert Pirsig