I had been posting my rides on Facebook for quite awhile before making the decision to create a blog.  I made a last post on FB on Friday with this blog in mind.  For those of you who already read this one, give me a pass.  I want this one here.  Perpetual Motion Man intrigues me and he belongs here.

i have seen you before. you sit in the same seat each ride just on the opposite side of the aisle from where i always sit. within moments of sitting, it will begin. the sequence of movements is always the same: your arms float up, then down; your palms lie flat on your thighs, but only for a moment before they drift up to rub your face. now they run over your hair, just twice, and then your ha

nds grip the bar of the seat in front of you. every so often you break this ritual of perpetual replay by standing up; you take your hands off the seat in front of you to thrust them deep into the pockets of your jeans and you sit back down after extracting what you were seeking. the last time you had a tube of some type of cream that you squirted onto your finger and then applied deep into each nostril. today you popped something into your mouth... candy? a pill? who are you, Perpetual Motion Man? why can you not stop moving?