Commute compute

Opinion, whether backed by fact, is not the raw and unbiased truth. These thoughts come to me on my morning commute to the shop I am currently employed by. There are many good people in the world. Emotionally well adjusted. They don't all happen to ride bikes, but many do. More for recreation or strict utility perhaps than glossy bullshit big fake smile racer types. Change fuels thought and the enzyme to speed this process is emotion. Some people are scum. Most of this filth resides on the inside. Like an improperly lubricated drivetrain, filth, oils and grit lead to an eventual dry and barren landscape, squeaking like a rabid animal, a wild flock of birds. Nature? Nurture? perhaps both. So why so serious? I couldn't tell you. So this amounts to what? Perhaps a lie can only be based on the context of a situation. Perhaps outside of capitalism, sales and industry, what was told to a consumer about a bike would be truth in its purest form. But then there would be no speedy advancement. We are all tainted by the systems and images and people we interact with. The ties that bind us.