Sometimes I’m in my office at the high-rise monolith where I work, clickity-clacking away on my keyboard, and I stop to gaze out the window to think “Man, I would so much rather be out on my bike today.”
How luxurious to wake at a reasonable hour, fuel up on coffee and mini-wheats, throw on my gear and hit the road. Maybe a lunch break at the tiny bakery several townships (and 40 miles) over.
The smooth pedal strokes propelling me forward into the world, slicing through time and space.
Floating up hills … effortless.
Fresh air and sunshine. Or fresh air and overcast. Sometimes riding in the rain is delicious in its own right – surrendering yourself to just getting wet and muddy and relishing the moment.
Recounting the wildlife encountered: the herons and emus, deer families and foxes.
Laughter. Friendship. Fun.
It’s true that money can’t buy happiness … but it does buy a bicycle, which is pretty damn close.
See you on the road!
4 thoughts on “Daydream Believer”
I did a ride today and now, reading this, I want to get on my bike and do another one. 🙂
haha … yay!
I love the picture! Oh, that is just so cool!! I
Mom still rides! She has a big, heavy mountain bike with front suspension that she rides all over town.
So many years she’d ask me to ride bikes for fun and I’d retort: “riding your bike for fun? That’s DUMB.”
Proof that Mom is right. 🙂