Wednesday, 14 March 2012

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It's just past 2am, and I've just finished work for the night. 'Twas a pretty good shift, had a guy from a local temping agency helping us tonight, he was really good to work with! Also found out today that one of the guys that I worked with on the track build last year is coming back to work again, so that should be fun too.

I thought I'd share something that I've only recently rediscovered - I love riding at night! Something about the quietness, the peaceful air, the distinct lack of traffic on the roads, it's a cool feeling to be all alone on a nice stretch of road with the bike performing extra well with the cold air being drawn into the intake. Does anyone else out there like night rides? I haven't really had the chance to go for many rides at night lately, but just on the ride home from work about half an hour ago I thought to myself "I need to be doing more of this!" I mean, riding in the daylight is cool too, don't get me wrong, but there's something special about being out on the bike in the darkness... :-)

I know I tend to prattle on a bit, but that's kinda the point of all this, isn't it? Anyways, someone recently reminded me of something I wanted to do a few years ago, so I thought I'd share...

I have always been good at putting words down on paper, ever since school I've been 'a bit of a writer', and I have started thinking about a book I was going to write a while ago, but never got around to for some reason or another. The synopsis went something along the lines of this...

Basically, it was to be about an older gentleman, who suffers from Alzheimer's, to the point where he wouldn't remember something from more than an hour ago. Anyways, he lives in a retirement home, with other retirees and nursing staff, and one day decides he wants to go for a walk. Without letting anyone know, he manages to wander off the property, and down the road. He gets to a park, and sits down to watch some children play. He is reminded of a family that he can't completely remember, from a time years past that he has very little recollection of. When it starts to get dark, he decides it is time to go home, but he can't remember where home is, so he walks down a street, unfortunately in the wrong direction. He asks a local shopkeeper if they might be able to point him in the direction of 'Francis Street', where he is sure he lives, and the shopkeeper happily obliges with directions. Again, the man continues to walk, not knowing that the retirement home isn't on Francis Street, and that he is going the wrong way, out of town. As the sky gets darker, his legs grow tired, and he stops for a rest. He has no idea where he is, but he is sure he is heading the right way, so he decides to keeps walking. The streetlights are on now, and he follows them to the edge of his small town. No-one has stopped him, or asked if he needs help - in fact no-one has even bothered to look at him twice as they drive past on their way about their busy lives. The old man keeps walking to the end of the streetlamps, then keeps going. His memory of the shopkeeper giving him directions fades, and under the moonlight, the old man continues walking...

I have a few ideas as to what might happen to the old man, where his journey might take him, and whether it would end on a happy note or not... It's all just 'ideas' at this stage, but writing this blog has stirred my interest for writing again so it might well become reality soon enough!

If you guys out there reading this have any ideas of your own, or any comments, please feel free to write to me in the area below!

I'm off to bed now, it's been a long day, but a good one!

Until next time!


1 comment:

  1. Welcome to Blogging! Not of many of us kiwis doing this, but I am sure you will get a following over time. I set out to do it just to keep track on my trips...kind of got a bit of a following now. Post lots of Pics...the yanks hate it when we do that! Look forward to reading of your adventures.


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