Bicycles are a strange beast. Almost every kid learns to ride and has a bike. Why? What's the draw? Is it our first taste of freedom? Being able to move faster than our legs can take us?
I never outgrew that first exhilarated moment when I learned what it felt like to hold that bike upright and mastered the beast.
I've trained hard. I know the pain and love it. However, there's just something about that lone day out all by yourself just riding. Riding however you feel like riding with no structure and enjoying the day.
I knew a guy once that said when he was to old to race he wouldn't ride anymore!!! I was astounded! Not ride? He only loved the race, and that's fine. For me, it's more the whole experience. The fitness, racing, etc, etc is all just a product of my love of the bike.
Why do I ride? I love it. It's simple.
Why do you ride? What do you feel is the draw?
It's not good, but maybe it's an expression..
I rode a bike today.
A prayer to God, warm gentle breezes.
Smooth spinning, amazing power.
A sparkling sky, a strong beating.
Here's a challenge, a summit!
Rushing breath, pounding heart, tightness, and happy for it.
Wonderful view, struggles unheeded.
A glance back, swelling pride.
Rushing pavement, exhilaration!
Many miles, body weary.
Learn to walk.
Love to ride.
Christopher
I never outgrew that first exhilarated moment when I learned what it felt like to hold that bike upright and mastered the beast.
I've trained hard. I know the pain and love it. However, there's just something about that lone day out all by yourself just riding. Riding however you feel like riding with no structure and enjoying the day.
I knew a guy once that said when he was to old to race he wouldn't ride anymore!!! I was astounded! Not ride? He only loved the race, and that's fine. For me, it's more the whole experience. The fitness, racing, etc, etc is all just a product of my love of the bike.
Why do I ride? I love it. It's simple.
Why do you ride? What do you feel is the draw?
It's not good, but maybe it's an expression..
I rode a bike today.
A prayer to God, warm gentle breezes.
Smooth spinning, amazing power.
A sparkling sky, a strong beating.
Here's a challenge, a summit!
Rushing breath, pounding heart, tightness, and happy for it.
Wonderful view, struggles unheeded.
A glance back, swelling pride.
Rushing pavement, exhilaration!
Many miles, body weary.
Learn to walk.
Love to ride.
Christopher