DDT (12)
Member
    
Posts: 4112
Sometimes ya just gotta go...
Winter Springs, FL - Occasionally...
|
 |
« on: February 21, 2025, 01:24:42 PM » |
|
I Hate It For You, Ponce...
Poor ole Ponce de Leon... That hapless explorer along with his curious crew trudged around Florida back in the day hacking with machetes most of the way, earnestly looking for an alleged Fountain of Youth... in vain it turned out. But that's just the ‘twenty-second sound bite’…
When considering his arduous endeavors, we need to bear in mind the broader context: That he'd already had to successfully avoid the miseries of the Inquisition back home, followed by a perilous voyage across the ocean in a tiny, frail, leaky boat, all the while keeping his hidalgo companions in line and behaving civilly towards one another. Plus, all of this was being attempted in a time before there were deodorants, insect repellents, portable BBQ grills, or any handy picnic items.
The desire for immortality, or at least the indefinite extension of youth, is a powerful motivator… Back in the day and continuing even now… I don’t think I would turn the clock back now if I could, though, but I’m quite sure I would stop it if given the opportunity! I feel no need to ‘go back’ or to change anything in my past, because to change anything would be to also change everything that followed. I’m quite content with who I am, where I am, doing exactly what I am doing.
That said, I also confess that while I’ve not found any magical fluid flows, I have found a most useful tool for enhancing and amplifying feelings of youth and vigor… That internal clock continues to tic away as always, of course, but for a time I can ‘feel’ like I’m floating on a cloud, lavishly indulging youthful activities, and receiving the same benefits I’ve always found in this way. In the case of this young-at-heart rider, it is a Honda Valkyrie Tourer that has become a magic carpet to facilitate that marvelous experience.
Following a brief but most enjoyable stop for breakfast with my good friend Troutdude, our girl quickly transported her rider right back to that special spiritual zone that readers of this will appreciate. Clear sky, somewhat brisk temps that the apparel being worn addressed well, light Sunday morning traffic… and all was right with the world!
No, I haven’t found a way to cheat the grim reaper of his due, but I have found a way to feel better about the passing of time and to suspend any morbid thoughts about the inevitable… I doubt poor ole Ponce ever found that sort of pleasant diversion from his fears aboard any of his donkeys… But then, while we can speculate, who can really know…? We can’t get rid of that old man, but we can with a little creativity keep him out… one day at a time...
DDT (12)
|