Inspiration: Rickshaw rides are tremendous fun and a guilty pleasure. We enjoyed a 30 minute ride around about Honen-Ji and the Path of Philosophy in Kyoto a couple of days ago. While our 17 year-old runner/driver was in great shape (he's a long-distance runner) and he insisted that we were oh so light (I am a runner too, so I wanted to believe him), I suddenly felt as heavy as a moose and guilty as hell as I watched him struggle up the hills with us in tow. Nonetheless, about ten minutes into the ride, I chose to believe him, mostly because I wanted to enjoy the scenery and the beautiful day and I couldn't do so if I kept dwelling on his agony. So when I saw this runner's grimace today in Arashimaya, I was reminded all over again about what our poor runner was going through two days before. Guilty pleasure.