“I call it "pedal magic" and only those who ride know the utter ecstasy of bicycling. Pressing a pedal toward Earth gives flight to my fancy. Every rotation powers my traveling machine toward yet another date with destiny. The breeze clears my senses. The wind blows away my troubles. The sun shines upon my future. Spinning spokes create flashing metal upon an endless path-cycling feels like an infinite spiritual rush. It cleanses my mind. All my troubles fade into joy.” KnowsGivingFeelsMindEarthSpiritualJoyHealingDestinySunPathTroubleMagicWindMachinesInfiniteShiningBlowSensesEndlessFlightFancySpokesEcstasyMetalsFadesBreezeSpinningMy FutureCyclingSun ShinesPedalsRotation Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“You want to know about a certain period and what happened?-You go into this building and all of a sudden you are transported! You're not just shown pictures, not even 3-D pictures, not even movies, but suddenly you are transported live by a time machine to that very time, that very age and you see it happen, you watch it happen, you hear it happen, you feel it happen! Think of it! Not only the movies but the 'feelies'! You are there!” ThinkingKnowsWantFeelsHappensAgeCertainWatchesHappenedBuildingPeriodsMachinesHeavenlyLive ByTime Machine Author:David Berg