If this ain’t living the dream, I’d like to know what is.

I’m pretty happy with the mailbox I finished. Its base is 100x more permanent than a fir post – it is a Mercedes crankshaft in concrete. An American tradition – the creative mailbox. People will see this.
*living the dream* we like to say.

People will see what I write. Several years ago, after finishing a bike tour in my home state, Vermont, I found myself writing things, one page at a time, in a little notebook, and they were of a profound nature that I rarely come up with nowadays. Or, I come up with the thoughts upon observation, but not the crystal clear words. I had ideas to write a book, which I still may yet write, titled: “The Book of Five Way Intersections”    In it I wrote:

We leave the womb, never to return. Therefore, we must be world-ward in our actions. There are those that live their lives womb-ward in vain, for one can never return to the comfort of the womb.

Seeking the womb in the world is disastrous. Inevitably we must go toward the world, which brings with it pain. Therefore, be in the world.CShaftMailbox
I wrote better back then. I used a pencil, and a tiny notebook. Now I’m hunched over a computer.  Repetitive stress of typing and using the fucking mouse has resulted in intense pain in my right arm. I will not see a doctor for 3 reasons:

1. He/She will offer me a toxic pill drug.
2. The toxic pill drug will cause more pain than it ‘kills’.
3. The cost of all this is demonstrative of insanity.

World ward thinking: resting, stretching, giving up something (typing) doing MORE with the painful arm but not typing. Correct inaction. Lifting… running maybe? Finding mates. Letting go of SHIT. Worldward behavior.

Womb-ward thinking: Doctor, pain meds, oversleeping, powerlessness, disability claims, big heavy soft bike seats, the TV…

There is only one direction. Love the world, be in the world, be among the people.

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About littlejar

5 - Learned to ride in paved alley behind liquor store in Lowell. 16 - Road bike riding alone while peers do soccer practice. 18 - First new road bike bought with winnings from Project Graduation. 20 - Burlington VT. Nuff said. 22 - Joined the Air Force. 23 - Joined team Fair Wheel in Tucson - rode the Shootout. 24 - Rode El Tour in under five. 26 - Toured to Quebec City 28 - Toured Oklahoma to Vermont 30 - Found my dream bike - a 1989 58cm LaBan (#22) 32 - Experienced Minneapolis and saw BIKE CULTURE. 34 - Building my first bicycle frame, with a self made jig. USA

17 thoughts on “If this ain’t living the dream, I’d like to know what is.

  1. It’s all good until some poor cage pilot nails it at 35 mph and winds up in the ER. Years back we lived on a rural route. One evening after hearing a terrible racket I went out the front door just in time to see a car jumping back out of the ditch onto the highway and proceeding on. It was soon obvious what had occurred. The car had left the road on the right side taking out my left side neighbor’s mailbox then jumped our driveway inside of our mailbox ( leaving it untouched ) then re-entered the ditch before jumping back on the road just in time to take out our right side neighbor’s mailbox. Turns out later the driver was an elderly man who had blacked out temporarily. He survived without injury and soon gave up his license to drive permanently. Just something to consider.

  2. Good thing is: That mailbox has a unique setting. It is along the fire station’s driveway. Our neighbor… I no longer wince at the siren turning on. It gets passed by not only the postal driver, but the ambulance and the fire truck driving in and out of there. Not on any fall asleep track. No one gonna hit that mailbox. It will exist longer than me.

  3. Man,
    If you still write half as good as that, you should definitely get on the book project.
    Very well said. Food for thought for the day for sure…
    Thanks.

  4. Nice piece. I also really enjoy the apparently gravity-defying aesthetics of mailboxes mounted on links of chain welded together.

  5. John in Roseburg Says:
    “It’s all good until some poor cage pilot nails it at 35 mph and winds up in the ER.”

    Ok, let’s say he puts up one of those cheap plastic home depot mailboxes that blow over in a stiff wind. Lets say that said cage pilot takes it out at 35 MPH – then nails the 24 inch maple tree five feet down the road, and ends up in the ER. Would that make you feel any better?

    Or how about instead of, I dunno, a drunk driver being stopped by little-jars bomb-proof box, said drunk driver takes out wimpy plastic box, flees the scene at high speed and takes out a family of five in a mini-van?

    The fact that the old dude made it unscathed and relinquished his license in an anomaly. Most elderly dirvers won’t give up their keys until you pry them from their hands (I have two sets worth of grandparents experience in this). I’d be willing to bet your old driver in fact didn’t give them up willingly, but was forced to when his kids saw the damage to his car.

    Seriously, if someone is too sick/old/drunk to keep 2000 pounds of lethal weapon on the road, it’s _far_ better that they are immobilized by a fucking mailbox rather than plowing through a school bus stop.

    Dipshit.

  6. zen Says: ” Dipshit.”

    Hater please…..
    You need to trade that Flite for a B17

  7. I’m with Zen. ..the notion that it’s responsible, or even a little more appropriate to built wobbly crash pylons so strugglers who can’t keep it between the ditches can skip merrily on their way after playing loose with their lane boundaries is foolish.

    what about telephone poles? or light standards? or bridge abutments? should they be wrapped in bubble wrap for the strugglers to to bounce off of? Maybe they should all be built like cyclists so when dumb fucks stray over the line the consequences to themselves are minimal.

    bottom line. If you can’t control your vehicle then it is reasonable to expect that the the loss of that control will have consequences.