Why am I important? I ride my bicycle. Often. I try to get others to ride with me. I try to make rides fun. I send personal invites. I talk with the new people when possible. I give food, money, and (sometimes) pushes to tired newcomers, who need these things more than I do. Good for me. I was once a rider in need of a push or two, or twenty.
Now I’m jumping ship. Mutiny. I’ve gone “daily digest” on the team.
The daily digest means I don’t get the team’s individual emails during the day. Instead, I get all the emails lumped together at midnight. It’s sad I had to do this. It’s not that I’m not too busy for the 10+ emails/day. It’s just that the team has become too much talk and too little ride. In my self-delusional world, I’m taking a self-delusional stand against the poor form that corrupts our means of communication. I am out, at least until moderation returns and repetition subsides.
If I may quote another William, “I must be cruel, only to be kind. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.”
Now I sit in wait…for the halcyon days of our once-great team to come into their own.