Go Ride a Bike.

I am going to take a break from my normal political finger-pointing and hater-baiting. I am going to write about something that actually makes me feel good for a time.

Last year, through a bad choice or bad luck, I lost my ability to drive for a year. My only option was to bike it. It still is. I always like biking. I learned to ride a bike at the age of 4 or 5. I removed the training wheels from my sisters bike and began my love affair with riding. I grew up in a rural area. I dreamed of one day having a paved road or sidewalk on which to ride. One summer, after we moved from the country, my father bought us all road bikes. I polished that bike every day. I rode from sun up to sun down, up and down hills, sometimes at great distance. You see the world differently when it is all around you, and you learn to peddle faster when a pit bull is chasing you up a hill.

Like many teens, my first car killed the whole biking thing. There was no Lance Armstrong to make me keep riding. So my biking ended for a time. At the age of 30, I lost a good job. It was a horrible job that not only assisted in the onset of high blood pressure, it also put an extra 40 pounds onto my frame. I moved in with a buddy and he was an avid cyclist. I made fun of the outfits he wore, the fact he shaved his legs, but he urged me to get back into the saddle. I picked up a road bike and began to recover. I hated the medicine that I was chained too. I hated the weight that had begun to usher me into middle age. Biking ended that. I remembered what it was like to go fast again. My friend was not into the high speed addiction that I had from birth. There is nothing greater than breaking 50mph on a bike and peddling for more. The joy of conquering a hill or taking a tight turn had replaced sitting in a car listing to a radio.

I started to work again, less time did I have for riding and my friend moved away. Biking, once again, was forgotten. That brings us to today. I am back in the saddle. Forced to commute on a bike. I made it all winter riding in snow, 10 degree temperatures, and rain storms. I am often offered rides from people who feel sorry for me. I feel sorry for them. After a long day at work there is nothing better to tune you down than a nice ride with yourself. So take it from me, go ride a bike. You will feel better for it. You will be better for it.

~ by gotea on April 5, 2009.

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