I was on a bullet train, full-on, heading from Tokyo to Gala. The train was full of young people like me. We had our snowboarding gear on; excited with anticipation that so much fresh snow had just dumped; shared visions of a Nordic heaven, porpousing through drifts of powder; gasping – urgent to shred, as if our lives depended on it.
And it does. Most certainly it does.
This one young Japanese girl was just standing there with her friend. This girl…. She was just holding her snowboard, propped up next to her, with one hand, pinky sticking out, like a fine wine glass – immaculate.
How can I possibly explain this? It was the way she was holding it. It was her grace. It was her confidence. It was her extreme competence in just holding something.
I imagine her from a wealthy austere family and having spent decades studying things like being a geisha, and dance, and flower arrangement, and calligraphy, and 100 other things related to physical movement.
Yah.. she was insane hot, and this has been known to cloud a young man’s perception, but that’s not it, I am sure. You can spend a lifetime of study, and only after many decades even begin to understand the art of just holding something properly, because just holding it can somehow incorporate everything you know about the object/subject.
The picture of these Southern men (although just being defeated – in defeat) is the closest I can come. Just look at them: debonair, a relentless self-purpose, a transcendent sophistication and presence – full of grace dangerous.
That is how I am with a mountain bike. That is the object I am most familiar with.