Once you have learned to self-moderate, you have become old. The Logging Road Cyclist
The Logging Road Cyclist is humbled and awestruck by the dozens, nay scores of faithful blog followers who have welcomed his return to posting. They often ask: “TLRC, why are you writing stories about your macho, not to say studly, youthful exploits as opposed to your usual lyrical descriptions of your more cerebral explorations of Oregon’s decimated forests?”
The simple answer is that TLRC has learned to self-moderate while trying to recover from pudendal nerve damage incurred about a year ago. He has been madly self-moderating in hopes that he might ride again, and in spite of a lot of negative indications over the last year, he may well.
In the meantime, between trying saddle after saddle and even a full-suspension recumbent, TLRC, who has missed his blog himself will follow the prescription of the master of the short story, Jorge Luis Borges:
I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.