Took the little folding Dahon bike up to Kabe today on a sudden impulse. I hadn’t been out for a few weeks, and this morning the weather looked somewhat dodgy, but I really needed to get out and do something physical, and seeing as how neither Gurdijeff nor Ouspensky were around to hand me a spade, the bike was the natural choice.
The Kabe run, one of three I have developed, is flat and scenic. No sweaty panting up inclines wearing stupid-looking helmets, no, it is casual and easy. I ride down to my local station, fold up the bike, then get out at Hiroshima, from where I proceed north along a rather pleasant river valley to the town of, er, Kabe. Pleasant by Japan standards, I mean. So the frequency of vending machines slightly diminishes, some green hills emerge, and the tonnage of concrete within the one’s vision is marginally reduced.
This time I made a nice discovery, and went past the town itself into an even narrower and rather charming valley following the old disused railway line, circling back a few kilometres later to drop in at my customary pitstop Mosburger, there to fill my gut with all the calories I’d just burned off in the form of fish burger, fried chicken and chips.
Then back along the same route, hitting Hiroshima station at 4pm after a ride of 54km all told. As luck would have it, just as I was turning into my road, I spotted the Delivery Man at my gate, and grabbed my Apple store package containing Logic Pro 9, the latest software for my Mac-based recording studio – huzzah!
