Two winters ago I would leave for work on my bike in the morning. I would headed west toward the center of town. I could see dark clouds of hail and sleet coming from the west. I knew that later in the day, in the middle of town, we would meet. Man and bike meets storm. This is the work I love. To be "a rider on the storm." For me paperwork would be no more satisfying than paper food. For my growth, I need real work. Work I can work with, work I can feel. The bike courier only exists in the most intense urban areas i.e. the Megalopolis. Real people demand real life. Even on a cold, rainy day I prefer the cold, but fresh, air I breath and all the cold I feel. To feel is to live. I prefer this to the artificial environments of the latter-day dungeons they call "offices." Real life has real dangers. One could get hurt or even killed. But better one day of real life than a thousand years of TV. There is only one way for people to understand this. That is to come outside, ride into the storm and feel its fury. It's life. Your life.