“It came to me while I was out bicycling”, said Einstein, about his Theory of Relativity.
“It caught up with me when I, as a small boy, biked home after stealing apples”, said the writer of this verse, about the orchard dog that tried to bite him.
Pursuing cutting edge science versus being pursued by a pant ripping dog? O, well, bicycling can anchor us in the now, and shall at other times flood us with memories, as suggested here:
Memories daringly stoke
My Past turned over as by plow
when seems every pedal stroke
propels me away from The Now
Riding such ‘memory machine’
brings wondrous recollection
as if on refulgent wide screen
by fiat retrospection
Neither sputteringly mundane
like my old Italian car
nor far away from the arcane
those hours wasted at the bar
Whilst as long as it turns the wheels
my past life unflinchingly squeals