There are times when the wind is just the right remedy. I am so looking forward to riding again. Nothing really compares to that exhilaration, well almost nothing.
The feeling that grips you as the road spins away, slipping like a ribbon behind you and stretching out in front. Somehow providing a direction, while there is really no place in particular to go. Why on earth this should be such a centering experience I have no idea. But it is. At least it is for me.
I remember riding in college through the beautiful countryside in Texas. The heat making shimmers on the horizon. Of course those were the reckless days without jackets, gloves or helmets. Just tightly braided hair and long days on the cycle. Glory days indeed. And now, helmeted, jacketed, gloved and still braided, traveling through the much colder yet still lovely areas of the Midwest, I find that the rhythm may have changed a bit but the love of the ride has not.
Seems once a rider, always a rider. In someways I find it odd how much I enjoy this past-time. Odd that I love the slow tilt on a lazy street curve through an old town and the fast pace of open-throttled runs along country roads that seem to have no other point but to wind away to no-where. Odd because I am also someone wno loves to wander about on foot through the grasslands and these same small towns.
But perhaps this is not at odds at all. Just different points of view and different paces of feeling the absolute joy and freedom of being totally connected and vibrantly alive.
So while it may look like rain today, tomorrow looks like a lovely day to simply open it up and ride. Yes, definitely time to rev-it-up and just go for it.
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