I didn’t want to ride. It was Saturday morning. I had coffee, a couch, and a dog to pet. My phone buzzed. It was a text we’ve all gotten before: Hey, what are you doing? Wanna ride?
This is not the reaction of a devoted cyclist, someone whose life revolves around Saturday morning spins with friends. It’s the reaction of a tired person, someone who feels they just made it through the week, and as much as s/he loves riding bikes, really just wants to camp on the couch with coffee and a dog.
Subsequently, I replied: What did you have in mind?
I never say no directly. That’s churlish and unfriendly, and it’s a quick way to stop getting invited on rides. Also, I don’t trust myself. Somewhere, deep in my cynical, skeptical soul, lurks a FOMO based on years of really excellent Saturday rides with friends. If it’s not raining, then a straight no is almost impossible.
My phone buzzed. IDK. Something mixed terrain, kinda rambly, not too far, whatever.
He knows me too well. This ham-handed marketing strategy that fails to properly describe a planned ride, keeps it ultra casual, doesn’t aspire to any particular distance, this is just the stuff I go in for. It appeals to my lack of ambition. It omits a road bike, which always smacks of hard work. It’s the sort of ride I might not even wear a helmet for, because I’m lazy and a low-level risk taker.
The dog looked up at me and sighed. He knows how this goes.
I can drink a cup of coffee in about 7 minutes. A banana adds not even 60 seconds. Kit goes on in 4-5 minutes. Tires pumped, chain lubed, and yes, helmet on, I was out front in 17 minutes.
This is how it goes.
This week’s Group Ride asks, what do your Saturday morning look like? Do you have a regular ride that you just show up for no matter what, or do you freestyle it with friends? Are you an early morning solo act? Or do you leave the morning to the go-getters, and roll in the afternoon? Are you the weekend’s prime mover or are you a follower?