The Ruler of the Roads Of Jeju; Or, How Pooh Was Pointed at by Small Children Stuck to Their Windows

I am still rather quacky sadly but this is the measure of mine own and according to the world I am well as I maintain a teaching job. Practical usefulness in a Public position justifies one as a viable entity, if not perhaps selfactualization as Maslow. Or so would claim a vapid modern man of the post rational. Ahhh I am ok I suppose. I have been biking a lot sad to say and I regret Jesu forgive mine black 'eart but even nigh a few days past I drove the fool, or myself that is.
You see I was riding my bike back from school (a paltry 50 mile round trip ride) and despite the societal laws and rules of good sense I rode on into the night in the dark sans a light. The thing is ahh I got side tracked by ten errr fifteen miles as I errantly decided to take a scenic route. And Knight Errants kind canna ner be faulted for their unannounced Crusades or Adventures. So I was accosted by a Korean couple who spoke whilst driving along side me, "Berrry Dangerous" motioning me to get on the bike path(the bike path is filled with glass, rocks, and sand). I made a sort of Cartmanish sound sort of a whine,
"Ahhh Ahhh Heyyyy ahhhhh."
and moved close by their car while touching it with my left hand- they freaked out and quickly sped away.
The moral of the story is that I am an aggressive goon dog driver, and I watched too many South Park shows. I regret my actions. I do- Really no joke.

It is still a bit flattering- well honestly I suppose my existence on inside their sphere is as if it was pieced by a wayward one- perhaps one of the sons of God... I never did figure out that reference to sons of God in the pre flood days... Was one of those Achilleus, Capaneus, Gilgamesh, and Hercules were these myths based on true heroes who were not quite mortal. I never did get that one. Genesis 6:2-4... It's parts of the Logos like that that most preachers tend to gloss over... I would like to hear a Big ole Baptist Bellower do a whole lecture on his pulpit on that... If I knew a Korean was doing one I'd go and hear him too. I'd have to drag a translator K-Friend with me.

Err ahh anyhow I went off on a tangent I was talking about things of import to me- myself of course. Right so it is funny when I ride so fast sometimes- If I get a tailwind and a sweet extended downhill, I tend to accelerate to the speed of the traffic sometimes faster. Jeju has some mega fatty downhills and when I start spinning on one of these long stretches it's common for me to hit in on 80-90 kilometers- in the 40-50ish mph cruising speed. It is times like these when small children in cars wave to me as their parents speed up so they can drive along beside me spinning like a monster in my 53 x 11. The little ones like to wave with huge smiles as if they have finally met a movie star or Arthur returned from Avalon. Given the speed and the areo tuck I have to maintain to continue such it tis difficult to acknowledge these small admirers- I usually do a nod and a grin- after all they are my serfs and it is my sworn duty and burden to protect and educate them. I AM The Jeju Prince Sir Edward Bear Come from The 100 Acre Wood. And yes I do like Rudyard Kipping- but I don't take all his writs or poem- as dogma. Still, there is something that can be said for the Brits stopping the India peoples from burning their widows alive. As well as Cortez insisting the Mexican Indian Pagan priests stop eating people and having boy consorts. (Yes I did say Pagan. This is not a PC Zone. I like the Knights Templar too.)
"The Conquest of New Spain"... A sad book on well ah a Knight Errants conquest for ahhhh gold- No he was there for his King. And to make them part of the Heavenly and Spanish Kingdom...

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Anyhow, Ahh right so the point I am making is I go fast too fast maybe. But Jesu bless and save mine great heart - it'd be a shame to let mine immeasurable power go unused. And besides when we speak of Jeju City travel I am always faster than the cars on my bicycle. As to the country if I draft the slipstream of a tour bus or dump truck: may the Maker's mercy's mention misalign mine most likely mutilations of the most pitiable pavement forced to choke down mine spilt blood. But, I've been trying to cut down a bit on such madness as all would argue such drafting positions are the willful abuse of the driver and the drafter's good sense.
Just say "No" to a daft draft. Or you too may suffer the sudden splashdown.