Two Wheel Tuesday: With His Galleons and Guns

"He came dancing across the water

With his galleons and guns

Looking for the new world

In that palace in the sun.."

On Monday we celebrated Indigenous Peoples Day

It was a good move by the city of Los Angeles to replace Columbus Day; the city fathers can puff out their chests and say look what we have done. Make no mistake, unaccompanied by any social awakening, or righting of wrongs it is little more than empty symbolism. In that it is not so different than Vision Zero, embraced by city fathers, who can puff out their chests and say look what we have done. What we have done. What have we done?

As darkness gathers 'round on this evening ride, a thin orange band grows ever more thin along the horizon, a quiet envelops, now and again I stop my wheels from spinning, the night forcing everything inward, all that is out there, unseen, rushing towards me. I can close my eyes and hear it coming in on the wind, rustling leaves, whistling through the wires strung from a giant tower, down, down the slope, across the freeway to the city below. Standing, watching with eyes wide open now, the last moments of the orange horizon disappear, carrying with it the sky.

"...In his hall he often wondered

With the secrets of the worlds..."