Yesterday’s ride was spectacular. I pedaled up Rice Canyon — a two-lane farm road just east of the Pala Indigenous People community. A cool spring morning with broken skies recovering from an overnight rain. The shades of green right now are stunning. It’s a ride I’ll remember for a long time, as well as the story that took place in my head.
I imagined a conversation between an expedition leader from a nearby planet and one of his lieutenants….
Expedition Leader: And what can you tell me about them, you know, as a species…?
Lieutenant: They weren’t like us. It appears they were an emotional people, overly reactive and lacked common sense. They put the individual ahead of the family, the family ahead of the tribe, and the tribe ahead of the species.
Expedition Leader: Did they have a golden age…?
Lieutenant: Oddly Sir, yes. It appears to have always been the one they had just come out of, or the one they were going into do next. Never though, does it appear to have been the one they were in at any moment.
Expedition Leader: What was their general behavior and what were their final actions like…?
Lieutenant: They appear to have spent most of their waking lives immersed in petty bullshit. They disagreed with one another on a regular basis and over little and unsolvable things, making it impossible for them to agree on the bigger things — the ones might have prevented their extinction.
They failed to learn from the past. They regularly looked beyond the obvious warning signs of danger, in favor of momentary relief. They liked shortcuts. They were relentlessly addicted to harmful forms of energy, easy credit, and cheap consumer goods.
They spent too much time focused on simple amusement, didn’t take the concept of work seriously enough, and had an inherent tendency to take more than they were willing to give.
Expedition Leader: Cool. Thanks for the hard work. I’ll arrange for a cleanup crew and see if we can get the remaining reefs, rain forests, rivers, and animal population brought back to good health and a complete comeback now that the humans are gone.
Lieutenant: Sir, would you like for me to archive their historical records…?
Expedition Leader: No, burn them. Our children should never know of such a species.
Lieutenant: Excellent point, Sir.
Expedition Leader: Oh, and euthanize all the monkeys and apes, just in case.
Lieutenant: Of course, Sir, right away.
This is what I think about when I ride… Jhciacb
Bike: Eleventeen Cupcake
14.4 mph avg
Yesterday’s earworm: Babylons Burning, by The Ruts