Thursday, February 25, 2010
Shreds of Hope
This blog is more or less a record of me riding around searching for shreds of hope that the world won't come crashing to a radioactive, fire-bathed end sometime in the next twenty years in a World War of Us Against Them over who gets to pump the last gallon of gasoline into their SUV when it becomes unavoidably obvious that there's none left. This written on the day that GM announced that since not even China wants the Hummer brand, it would be shut down (the Hummer brand, not China). Which I actually take in this context to be a possible indicator of moving one step closer to not having enough gas to go around to stave off global conflict, since at a minimum a widespread market for monster-sized gas guzzlers would appear to indicate that people believe that there's enough gas to guzzle. Then I came across a father commuting by bike and dropping his kid off at school, and I pondered the thought that our course to destruction is not immutable. The future is decided by thousands of tiny decisions we make every day. This morning, this dad chose to be one of the 1% of his fellow citizens who ride their bicycles to work, and one of the .001% who ride with their kids to school (an estimate). A fanatic's fanatic. One tiny choice to make a difference. I said a lot of words today, and others said a lot back at me, but none spoke as loudly or clearly, or made as big a difference, as this person's tiny choice. Get up. Go ride.