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Existentialism-- Just a bloody good excuse to go riding...

A peek behind...

Different interest come and go. Some stayed and some didn't. But there has always been one...the memories of  staring at a turning bicycle wheel remains vivid . Fascination stemming from ignorance of how things work glues the eyes to the revolving wheel. Still transfixed 30 odd years I think I know. Do I?

There's only one way to arrive closer to knowing if I really do know... Keep riding. Keep building.

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