Dive! Dive! - Spend more than a few months away from salt water and SCUBA skills begin, perversely, to rust. Getting back in the drink takes equal amounts of cautious preparation and 'damn the torpedoes' charging ahead. But it's worth it, when you find the gear going on as smoothly as you remember - even the makeshift fix to your dive knife sheath is still holding strong. The regulator still regulates and the computers compute, and down you go, ear-popping your way to the bottom. Blowing bubbles among your friends the calico bass, the kelpfish, the sheepshead, and, of course, the garrulous garibaldi. There's not much better a way of spending a summer day ... unless ...
Ride! Ride! - A motorcycle is a living thing. No, really. A bike will mechanically sadden if left alone. It's true, I swear. You can tell by how absolutely thrilled the machine feels when lit up and roaring you along your favorite back roads after too long silent in a darkened garage. Or, maybe, that's just an impression that comes from your own spirit flaring into light when reunited with your two-wheeled partner after too long a separation. But don't think about it, just let the engine sing and the tires read you the story of the road. Dance your way along twisting ribbons the designers must have made just for moments like this. As close to nirvana as you are likely to get (above water) ...
Therapy is easy, when it's this much fun ...
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