“The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets…” Christopher Morley
I’ve always loved to ride my bike. I’m a professional amateur. I have all the bells and whistles, yet I just cruise the neighborhood.
My husband bought me my first adult bike fifteen years ago. I love that old, green bike! We’ve taken it to the beach and almost everyone in our family has ridden it at least once. However, time, stress and a few mishaps have taken its toll, not to mention that it needs new brakes.
Last year I purchased a fancy, light-weight, thin-tired, sleek-seated, lightening-fast, silver bike. Then, my husband said I must have the padded biker shorts and loud printed shirt to go with. Next, gloves were added because these arthritic hands need the extra padding!
Truthfully, the padded shorts and gloves feel great, but when I get all decked out, I feel a little foolish, especially riding the one mile to our mailboxes. Oh sure, we’ve taken longer rides and occasionally I ride to the HEB for a few lightweight items (sans the outfit), but still I am an amateur in professional clothing.
I do feel conspicuous in my gear, but what I really feel is exhilarated! As I pedal through the neighborhood, I may look like a senior citizen in biker gear, pumping the brakes and weaving a bit; but inside, I’m riding like the wind! I’m blazing new trails and I’m a good twenty-five years younger!
As you pass me by on the streets, don’t honk, just give me the “nod”. That’s what we bikers do…we’re cool like that.
Life is like riding a bicycle..in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving. Albert Einstein