Two Wheel Tuesday: Bloody LeRist

As it has since time immemorial - the Gathering. The easy time, relaxed and calm. The time of preparation, getting ready. Waiting. A time for talk and reminiscence. Quiet, loud, to each their own. Stretch and loosen; wheelie acrobatics and parking lot tail-whips. The place, singularly important in its role, the council tree, a runic altar drawing in, holding in abeyance warriors and seekers, congregants and nomads. The time of transformation, the pause between daily grind and evening hustle, when the world slows its spin, the sun hangs, stalled, in the final hour of its timeless flight. Holding back the storm, anticipation, awaiting until someone calls lets go or, without warning, rolls away and the gathering closes.

As it is each Tuesday, the runic altar is reflected in that car window - La Verne Brewing Co.

Maybe Bloody LeRist is somehow related to Bloody L'Elbow, but not sure how. What the? One of those when / where did that happen moments of realization when only at the end of the ride do you notice the rivulet of blood running down the top of hand, smeared on wrist and palm. Actually, I have a pretty good idea - the same shrub with very sharp pointed ends to its branches and impossible to avoid - it gets me every year. Will be carrying some pruners next time.