But, to me life here in this world is a long and tortuous chore.
I know it eventually ends, yet on daily bases it seems unending; no sight of the final exit.
Often I wonder why there aren't many crazy people realizing the similar state of affairs.
Me?
The bicycle is a happiness machine. It keeps me sane.
The car? It's the opposite. I think it makes people mad. Richard Ballantine called the highway is a sanctioned mad house.
