Peaceful Versus HERCULES! Whatta World We Live In....

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This past Earth Day, I celebrated Her by walking the seven mile path around the river... the day was simply beautiful, you know, with Sun shining and Birds, singing and all that... Inspite of the crowd of rowing enthusiasts, who had taken over the river bank, most wearing bright and loud clothing to match their cheers and shouts at the racers on the water... I found my thoughts turning deliciously introspective, perhaps it's the rhythm of my walk/glide pace and the feel of the breeze that forces my black silk shirt to softly pet my skin... I remember a time when this path wasn't so nice, it was torn up in places with cracked concrete and ditches that had their own pot holes built right in! This was a few years back, when The City claimed that it had no money to fix up it's recreational areas, blah, blah, blah.... Well, anyway that didn't bother me at all back then 'cuz, I loved to ride my mountain bike over this rough terrain, the uncertainty of the surface and blind hazards making my daily exercise a thrill ride, for sure! My 36 miles daily, along with serious pullups, situps and ringwork, had helped me forge a great and energetic body, which, the Ladies tell me, looked pretty darn good "nekkid"! :) My age of 45, made not a lick of difference to me and I really felt 20 years younger that my ID indicated... but apparently, to some, my advanced years evoked feelings of a darker, negative sort... I was riding along, Minding my Own Business, when this guy came zooming along side of me, very closely, I add, on his own mountain bike... trying, I think, to knock me off the road! No way!, I said... this couldn't be, maybe he just... then I saw The Sneer, as he looked back at me... HERCULES, as I dubbed him, was a powerfully built younger dude, who was wearing the colors and helmet of a pro rider, and had the look of "Get your old a*ss, outta my way,you Geezer!" as he surged ahead of me... Somehow, I heard my bikes gears go CLICK/CLACK, as I downshifted into Racing Mode, and blasted by him, as if he were standing still... You know, I really don't know why I let his attitude "get to me", as it were, but I do have an instinctively cursorial, Hunting Feature that Evolution has seen fit to leave in place... Hearing HERCULES behind me, shifting his own gears in a bid to overtake me again... I was preparing make sure that it didn't happen again... when all of a sudden I remembered the road hazards... I turned and shouted, "DUDE!","Watch out for the pot-ho.......!" as HERCULES went flying by me... It was simply amazing as I watched HERCULES tranform into an ungraciously airborne, bike-helmeted Superman and then hit the ground with a resounding THUD, like The Incredible Hulk... hmmmmm, HERCULES then reached into his extensively (I'm sure) supplied library of lexicons, and pulled out the word, PH*UCK!,PH*UCK!,PH*CK! (This is the way people say that when they're REALLY P*SSED)... I rode up to the now dejected HERCULES, and gave him my best "Gee, sorry but I tried to warn you,look.." and he responded by giving me the "finger"... At that, I rode myself a safe distance away and found a nice soft patch of ground, so I could fall down and Laugh Like Hell! :) You know, I've heard or read somewhere, that it's "not wise to mess with the Peaceful" or something like that... "For They are much Loved and Protected By The Gods", indeed! :)