Ode to the Bicycle

Something really good is going on here.

A few years ago, I got a new bicycle and rode around the block and down to the sea. I must have looked like I was having fun because the next thing you know, a man in the neighborhood had taken out his old clunker and was touring around, too! Then, another and now it is a regular sight. We don't go far. One man sings cantatas at the top of his lungs. It gives my spirit a little boost whenver he glides by.

Here's what it is not - the 25-mile bike ride with the skid-lid, or ergonomically correct helmet, Italian racing shirt, lycra shorts, hard, bike shoes, toe clips, 2 water bottles, skinny little tires that keep blowing out, and handle bars that are horizontal to the pavement. I did all that stuff years ago and it was great fun but now I am into more leisurely rides where I can take in the scenery.

You can see the looks of recognition peoples' faces - they remember the fun and freedom of riding a bike while the wheels turn on the pavement beneath, occsionally sending little rocks and stones flying out from the tires. Even the sound is wonderful. It is very liberating and really fun. It's being a kid again and just riding for the fun of it. No particular place to go - just the ride itself and living in the moment.

My daughter calls my bike an "old lady bike". Well, OK, maybe it is. But it is not an age thing, it is a state of mind thing. It is not a racing bike. My bicycle has upright handle bars, wide tires for exploring unpaved paths, and a wicker basket for collecting seashells, special rocks I may find along the shore, and maybe a wildflower or two for the vase on the front porch.

Works for me!