Blessed existence. Went for a ride on Saturday. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. The usual weekend Sea-to-Sky bustle, cops out full throttle, making living, making quota- keeping one’s eyes open, making one’s heart quicken. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of it all, the bike and i, the gravity. everything passing, peripherally. eagle eyes. and it is the most amazing thing. that place. there. if only in the head. that place. there. sheer ecstasy on a bike. of the scenes we will see when the rest falls away.