What started out as "42 years later I'm back on the road again. Not the original way it should have been but the way it is. The road is there and it goes on and on and I'm either getting off it somewhere or on it until it comes to a dead end. Paul is gone but the Rocketman's spirit is my compass." has now become the musing of a 70 year old Buddhist monk. Living a life of practice and service and keeping fit by wrestling with my ego.
Friday, June 13, 2014
The Man and
the Monk-cycle
I first heard about the trike from mutual friends in Floating Doctors. I had been using my neighbor's tricycle while she was in Asia. It made my movement around the island a lot easier and covering more ground I didn't have to lump all the day's chores into one long walking meditation. From the reports i learned that the designer, engineer, build crew leader, tricycle visionary was getting a lot of enjoyment from the project that was to be his gift to me. His gift to me because, "I wanted to do something nice for you."
The MAN:
John has been here for awhile and is well known on this island. you either know him as a friend, a business man, a good man, or the guy in the "motorized scooter chair thing". John was injured when he had 17 years and was left paralyzed from the shoulders down. The details and subsequent challenges of his injury come out when asked but they are only background to his life now. People who are paralyzed face challenges every day of their lives so John decided to take his to an island off the coast of a "developing" nation. He has met his challenges head on with blend of scholarly sarcasm and a dry, clever wit.
He's the bravest guy I know.
THE MONK-CYCLE:
John's toolbox is his brain and he assembled a crew to build the
M-C and he designed the ideal trike for me on a collection of cardboard box pieces and napkins with soy sauce on them. i enjoyed listening to the enthusiasm for the project in his voice as he explained tire size and gearing and even had me come to his warehouse to check a googled picture of a Vajrayana monk to make sure of the colors so they could paint the trike. Some minor delays due to availability of parts and availability of pit crew. I went to the warehouse to get the M-C and I enjoyed that feeling of anticipation that comes on birthdays and Christmas mornings. It was a beauty with color coordinated by google and Julio Iglesias, Johns scooter chair thing chief mechanic and assembly by Pepi and his crew. I was humbled by the effort and know it was neither an easy or inexpensive project but the fun was just starting or not starting yet depending on how you look at it. I didn't make it out of the driveway before there was a snap and the pedals moved but the M-C didn't. Sheared a pin on the rear axle so a stronger one was inserted and off I went on the maiden voyage which led to another snapping, spinning, no movement bike walk back home.A friend saw me and explained how to use a trike and then offered assistance when he heard mechanical failure. A bigger pin inserted and off I went again until a bigger snap and I broke the axle. So Pepi, a craftsman who could weld a fart to a cloud, went to work fixing the axle only to have me break it again a few days later. Bigger axle from the mainland, more welding and I was ready for days of buzzing around the island, with a basket on the back and my face in the wind. Problem was the M-C was hard to get rolling and you couldn't turn because the front wheel would start scrubbing. Six of us stood there as I went on about free wheeling and trike axles when the collective light bulb went off and in a five minute adjustment I was off and riding.
I wanted to get a bike here two years ago but every time I was going to get one I dislocated my hip, had surgery and started rehab all over again. Friends were worried about the idea of me on two wheels with any kind of speed and using my neighbor's trike was the perfect fit for the clumsy monk.
it was then that John decided to build the Monk-Cycle, to do something nice for me.
"A gift consists not in what is done or given,
but in the intention of the giver or doer."
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
The next day I went out to Palmar Tent Lodge on Red Frog Beach and tripped on a step getting up to my tent and broke my left wrist and will have a cast for six weeks. Go figure...
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