It’s a time to count your blessings. Probably all the time is that time, but that’s what I’m working on this week. And when I do perform that particular exercise, the bike crops up near the top of the list, not a particular bike, but the royal bike. I am deeply fortunate that the bike has given me independence, freedom, health, transportation, inspiration, a living, a way to connect with friends, adventure, a place to meditate, a platform for learning to use my hands, a reason to travel, and I could go on and on.
When I met Padraig, however many years ago, I stepped unwittingly into a community of people who think more deeply about bikes and cycling. The need to show up for that community week-after-week, year-after-year, has woven a nice thread through my life, pushed me to write more and better (sometimes). Another blessing.
I set out for lunch today and felt the wind blow through my sweater, heard the fallen leaves skittering and whispering across the road, squinted into the sun.
I confirmed the guys are coming over next Friday night to work on bikes. We’ll pass tools around, express opinions, get little done.
There is so much. So much. Sometimes my life seems so intertwined with the bike that I don’t even notice the bike anymore. I’m just living, or I’m just working. And in these days where everything seems to fraught and so important, I’m glad that it’s the just the bike for me, leaning against the basement wall or taking me to get a burrito.
This week’s Group Ride asks you to count your cycling blessings. What are they? Who are they? When are they?