Rickshaw Rider

I wake up to the most beautiful views in the world: My Own Land. Well, technically, it’s my parents land but it’s ours. It’s Fall and all of the Hickory trees are turning gold. The splashes of color are something I have missed seeing while living in Charleston. Fall in Virginia is better than any other season. Too bad I haven’t been enjoying it enough. Instead I have been glued to the tv or computer most of the day only to retire to bed early because I’m tired….but I didn’t do anything…how can this be? This is how the past few days have been. However, today I woke up rested. From the very minute of waking up I saw this day as being a good one.
My folks were on their way to a wedding and as they passed through Tappahannock, the closest town-also where I went to high school, they spotted a man in the cemetary picnic area with a tent and a Rickshaw. For anyone who is unfamiliar with these: A rickshaw is a bike with a seat behind the rider to carry passengers. It’s usually just one gear and 3 wheels. It’s a trike. You see them a lot in Charleston and some in NYC. They are a great alternative to taking a taxi. Nothing beats man power. My folks chatted with the guy, Sean, and called me to tell me to get my butt into town to meet him. I called him first to see if he wanted a truck ride back here to stay the night but like all good touring cyclists he refused and said he would rather rely on what he has and his tent. Nevertheless, I couldn’t come empty handed. Not after all of the kind things people did for me this summer. I scooped up the last of the rasberries of the season, the last tomato, 2 hard boiled eggs, and a handful of mums(flowers). Hopefully the goodies would be of use and brighten what had turned into a windy and gray day.
Sean and I talked for about 2 hours. He showed me his sweet ride, his pantry and supplies, and introduced me to Cooper, probably the coolest dog I’ve ever met. I won’t go in to too much detail because there is much to read about his adventures on his blog :
rickshawusa.blogspot.com
Check out his story and why he’s riding. He’s one of those genuine souls. He’s trying something that most people would think is impossible. To him, it’s his life for the next year and it’s very possible.

When we set out to do things that seem out of the ordinary we sometimes forget how easy they really are to do because we get so caught up in worry. There is less worry in getting up every morning to ride your bike than there is in going to work every day. There’s a freedom that comes with adventures that make those out of the ordinary things so very possible. His adventure not only reminds me of my ride this past summer but it stirs up all of the ideas that I’ve been hiding away in the back of my mind. There are so many things that I don’t do because I get caught up in the worry. What if what I do doesn’t pan out? What if I go broke? Who cares? At least I would have done something. And that is more important than taking the safe road. Those two hours have given me back some of the energy that I have been missing this past week. Though I will probably still take a nap tomorrow, the day will be packed with enjoying where I am RIGHT NOW and laying the foundation for what is to come(finding a place to live and a job). Tomorrow I will make jewelry. I will paint the trim for the kitchen. I will not watch tv. I will breathe in the Fall air.
Thanks for taking the time to chat with me today, Sean. I enjoyed hearing about your travels. To sum up the Emerson quote that you read: Our goal in life is not to be happy but it is to be of help to others and to make our mark on the world. Today you helped me get out of a rut. Thanks for that, job well done 🙂

More Ralph Waldo Emerson:
All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

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