As I rode my trusty Kelly Knobby X along aspects of the Heck of the North course (see link on the right side of page) a few dayz ago, I inexplicably began to experience an incomprehensible moistening of the eyes. The salty solution had the effect of escalating the event to include a deep sense of rapture of which I was completely unprepared for and thus momentarily found myself unable to continue pedaling. Stopped along the remote, yet beautiful gravel road lined with giant Norway pines, blubbering uncontrollably in a child-like manner, not unlike that of a scorned freshman co-ed on a prom date gone badly, I searched to make sense of this sudden and powerful emotional experience.
Was I profoundly sad, for had the world’s problems become too much to bear? Or were the tears a manifestation of sheer unadulterated joy? Suddenly struck by the pure majesty of it all, I realized that the tears were indeed a basic human response to a work of sublime art on the same par as the level of feeling inspired within my lofty manhood when I saw Poussin’s “The Inspiration of a Poet” so many years ago at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The course that I was riding upon, I realized, in that moment of ecstasy, designed by Kershaw, had become a true classical piece of art. A work that would, with the passage of time, take itz place among the truly grandiose and creative artistic marvels of the human experience. I wept unbridled tears of joy until dehydration forced me to consider a short-cut home to repose and beer(s)…….. Bravo Maestro Kershaw!!!
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