If not, still I think it proper, but only because Wu Wei can be experienced in any activity - not just by us high IQ jockers with Woo! Wee! wheeled-stuff (ahem.) I've been working myself up to trying to grab trikking by the words, and so the below is my first rough attempt to integrate it with my philosophy.

The concept that my mind uses to determine if Wu Wei "non-happens" is if the quality of "effortlessness" is the "prime adjective" that my mind instinctively favors as descriptive of "my" activity. If I sense any effort from my side, then, duh!, effortlessness has not been perfected.

Causality is a sterile and misleading indulgence of the ivory towerites in the final analysis, because if we truly take into consideration all the contributing factors in any situation, it quickly becomes apparent that nothing happens unless everything happens (that is everything causes everything,) and the illusion that one is a doer is a conclusion that zen mindfulness can easily dispel.

In kickbiking, et al, we can easily see that the deepest truth about any experience is that it is a holistic event. We know that the excellence of any action is infinitely correlated (synchronically, but oddly, not dependently) to the "set" of all the qualities present in the experience, e.g., pavement, moisture, wind, light, and innumerable variables will be list-able ad infinitum as pertinent to the experiencer's snapshot-of-the-moment "feel." I cannot achieve sporting perfection unless the entire universe's intent is "in the mix." Who carves a Trikke on ice? Who skateboards on a beach of sand? And on and on we can ask such silly questions. I cannot achieve perfection without all other conditions being dynamically part of my entire "vector."

That said, it tickles me to report that effortlessness is NOT actually achievable if one is merely concerned with the physical aspects of a sport (actions.)

"Lo, though thou hast every quark in the universe mapped, verily thou wilt fall, as did Lucifer, from thy conveyance."

Something else must be present: an expanded definition of self that transcends locality.

If I contend that my body-mind system is doing trikking, then I plagiarize the universe by stealing authorship of the local moment, and we all know what happens when you take a bone from The Big Dog, eh? At the very least, a discomfiting snarl issuing from the vastness (no matter how faintly heard by our purposefully plugged ears) announces IMMEDIATELY that one's insistence that one is a parochial viewpoint is fatally flawed. And I mean fatal in the dictionary meaning of it; I am as if dead - deadened, unperceiving of the ultimate playingnessitudiosity -- if I insist I am a body-mind that's trikking when it is certain that everything else is "causing" that trikking too.

The ego is the little devil on one's shoulder that (not who) cheerleads us during activity with bogus ideation about our causative powers. "Cool carve there Trikke-boy" -- the thought arises, and I listen with a hesitant pleasure like Martin Buber's cat who asked, "Am I real? Am I something you believe in?"

Do I dare believe I am an individual? A trikker?

The thrill of being a local causal agent - it's so easy to indulge in it, get lost in it. Yet, to do so, IMMEDIATELY robs one of the infinite pleasure of being the SOURCE of ALL doingness - not just a nice timed carve.

So, for me, Wu Wei is when the trikking continues but local doership does not obscure the whole - which would be like putting one's thumb over the lens so that just one little aspect of the scene is viewed and saying, "There, that's the picture."

Yet it is true to say that if I point anywhere I am pointing at the universe. Certainly if I point at me this is still true. Who speaks for ALL THIS if not I? Or thou.

No the mistake is not thinking that I am trikking, but rather that I am ONLY trikking. This limitation of my true status relegates me into being merely a speck in the vastness. Talk about a pinch!

The Trikke is a metaphysical instrument - no less than Pirsig's motorcycle. It ceaselessly converses with me about my effortlessness. If I am out of harmony with my environment, it IMMEDIATELY resists my "sinful" moves. It loves harmony and would have me join in the group hug. It wants me to surrender to the truth of a light freckling of sand on the pavement where the next carve is coming up. If I deny that truth, I risk a fall. If I deny it, I find myself IMMEDIATELY involved in efforts to come back into harmony as I struggle and strain to keep my balance when the sand has my front wheel sliding out from under me. If I accept that truth, effortlessness is supported in that more effort was not required to continue trikking. Effortlessness is pragmatically understood here as "least effort needed, not zero effort" though indeed, zero effort is the ultimate truth.

The path of least resistance is the only "wei" to harmony. See the carve, be the carve, forget the carver. Trikking is perfected not when all individual effort is gone but rather when it, the sense of doership, is "lost to view" like trees disappear when we see "forest." Just so, my ego must be invisible against the background of a bazillion other doer-egos - those other separate causative entities that exist only as relative polarities of duality. If not invisible, then the concrete's ego can speak up and say, "Nice carve, Cementmeister!" and no one can say the pavement is less a trikker than me. The flutter of a butterfly on the other side of the earth would chime in too.

The skill of the trikker gradually expands to include more and more variables in the carving algorithms, and as the variables get more and more subtle, the trikker moves towards effortlessness. While trikking, finding fault in what-is wains, and acceptance of the environment waxes as a sense of harmony begins to arise. Negative emotions (damned pebbly asphalt!) become rarer, and, well, Love, like the sun being unveiled as a cloud moves on, is found to be the proper emotional companion to ALL actions - and that it has always been so despite the obscuration of it by our addiction to the lesser emotions so favored by the ego.

That sums it up right there. When trikking is going well, I feel like I am Love personified as a trikker, Aphrodite of the asphalt. Right trikking action is always accompanied by the increased awareness of peace, fulfillment, and re-creation - a sacred presence is seen to be the only creating dynamic of the moment, and that with a zen clarity, all doers of any dones will find this to be the only truth.

Stay tuned.

Certainly it will turn out to be even better than this.