I saw this little guy standing all by himself on the side of the road and immediately thought of Gavroche from Les Miserable.
Do you remember him? He’s the little guy who points out the spy, Inspector Javert, then gives his life at the barricade for the cause.
Gavroche has a great song about the power of little people…
Good evening, dear inspector
Lovely evening, my dear.
I know this man, my friends
His name is Inspector Javert
So don’t believe a word he says
‘Cause none of it’s true
This only goes to show
What little people can do!
And little people know
When little people fight
We may look easy pickings
But we’ve got some bite
So never kick a dog
Because he’s just a pup
We’ll fight like twenty armies
And we won’t give up
So you’d better run for cover
When the pup grows up!
Sometimes…honestly…I feel quite insignificant. Like I don’t measure up to everyone around me. But measuring up isn’t really the goal is it? Exploring and giving the best of myself is the goal. Kinda like this little corn stalk. No, he’s not 9′ tall or counted among the great mass of corn stalks in the field, but he’s giving it all he’s got! And that makes him spectacular.
Just like me…and just like you.
Sometimes I wonder if I haven’t mis-named my blog.
I chose the URL “musingsofanamateurcyclist” for many reasons:
- I tend to think a lot when I ride. I’m a muser, my thoughts stir me up and change me in some way.
- I’m NOT a professional. I am most definitely an amateur and if you’ve seen me, know me, or have ridden with me, you understand that any professional riding is saved for a different lifetime.
- I am a cyclist. Though honestly, a NEW cyclist, I have a growing passion for it.
I had an epiphany on my ride last night.
Seven foot high on the Eleventh of July! (yeah, ok, now you know… I’m short!)
Perhaps I should change the URL to “musingsofaRURALcyclist.” I do a LOT of riding in rural Indiana (and it isn’t hard to find the rural parts of Indiana, let me tell you). Last night was no exception, I rode my 35 mile out-and-back to Ossian. It’s a great ride and I was struck by the enormity and majesty of the corn this year! It’s been a perfect mix of wet/hot for corn and the crop is stellar! They have a saying when prognosticating about the corn crop, “Knee high by the Fourth of July,” means it’s gonna be a good year. Well, what about 7 feet high by the Eleventh of July? What does THAT mean?
I means a lot of things and I was about to learn a few on this ride.
I took full advantage of the setting sun…
I know the sun hits the Western horizon right about 9:30 pm and figured with a 7pm start I had plenty of time. I knew I would be stopping several times for pictures and at my parents’ house to say “hey” and catch up a bit, but 2 1/2 hours is plenty of time. More than anything my late start is indicative of something I’m learning; riding gets better as the shadows get longer. The air cools, the colors change, and the world goes quiet. (Perfect…minus the swallowed bugs. I’m sure they hated the experience no less than I did.)
As I rode with the corn towering over me it seemed to grow taller in the waining light. Toward the end I rode in deep shadow as the sun was cast over me. It was amazing to see, to sense, to be a part of. So cool. I’ll definitely head out again into a warm summer evening with the sun falling behind the corn, just to experience it all over again.
Nope, I’m not a professional rider. I won’t break any records for speed or win any races, but i will definitely…
Enjoy the Ride!