Fulfilled obligations.

I griped about tackling 2 rainy rides' worth of accumulated gunk, dirt, and sand on my bike, didn't I? Well, good news is that I actually gritted my teeth and did the washing, cleaning, degreasing and lubrication all at ONE SHOT. End result? Transformed a bike caked in mud and leaves with sand-riddled tyres to boot---to this. It's an old frame, but the WD40 still manages to give it a certain gloss. Decent job really.

Thing is, as I was getting down to actually washing the bike, I started thinking. Y'know, about how I've felt this initial reluctance before; it always turned out pretty good when I actually forced myself to get down to whatever it was that I dreaded. Same here. Soon as I started making some headway against all that road gunk--approximately 10 minutes of hard scrubbing--I realized I was feeling slightly more enthusiastic about the entire undertaking. By the time I'd gotten around to cleaning the chain, I was humming my violin pieces. [Canon in D Major is my personal favourite.] Call it quirky and all, but that's what I am on and around bikes. My associates tell me I'm a totally different person on rides; I'm usually the one initiating those crazy maneuvers to break up the opponents and get our race clincher to the front. I personally don't believe them 'cuz they're equally crazy even when off the bike. But anyway. Off-topic.

It struck me that this personal quandary of mine--basically, to clean or not to clean--was a decent reflection of quite a large part of my life. I'm usually the one who can't seem to get himself to finish off the task once and for all; it's something like denying its existence, really. Majorly futile game of denial, though. Crap. Is the truth of it simply that I should simply hunker down and clear any task I detest first of all? Or perhaps the truth's not so literal. But hell. Before I attempt a Socrates, I should really go wash all the WD40 degreaser off my hands.

~Crest1 out