have you changed your life for cycling?
I am curious to find out how many here have changed the way they live because of their love of cycling.
I have been doing some serious soul searching lately and have come to the conclusion I want to make some changes so I can spend more time on my bike. It is what I truly love to do and gives me a sense of peace and satisfaction that I can't seem to replicate with anything else.
6 months ago my husband and I fufilled a dream and bought a downtown loft. We're now in the heart of the city, close to restaurants, shops, etc. We love the urban lifestyle.
BUT, in spite of all the good things about it, we have come to realize it sucks for cycling. To go for any decent rides we have to put our bikes on the back of the car and drive about 10 miles out of the city. Realistically, this makes it much harder to fit rides in here and there - after work for example. And in spite of all the good things about living here, that one thing is so bad I'm not sure I want to stay here.
We've been eyeing up some suburban areas close to quiet, scenic backroads.
I'd be interested to hear if anyone else has found themselves in a similiar dilemma and what they did about it.
I know people will think we're nuts if we put our new place up for sale. It's beautiful and and there's so many great things about living right in the city. But cycling is just so important to us, we are doubtful the long list of GOOD things about being here can outweight the one bad thing.
I changed lifestyles also... but in a DIFFERENT way
I discovered riding almost two years ago. Originally, it was just a novelty. My best friend and I were sick of going to the gym, and the weather was starting to get nice. We saw a flyer for the local MS150, bought bikes and were off.
My boyfriend and I had been living together for five years at the time. We started out the relationship with similiar likes. We were both young and going to the bars and clubs was fun. Somewhere over the years, I changed (okay he says I changed - I'd like to say I grew up). My idea of a Satuday and Sunday were not in your smoke infested bar, drinking beer, and watching sports. I wanted to be out enjoying life. It was getting to the point that if I wanted to spend any real time with him, it would have to be at the local watering hole.
I started riding more, a lot more. Okay, a lot LOT more. :D We started to not see each other than at night. We never even went camping this summer. Although my riding friends and I used our RV for getting to organized rides. This summer, he made the comment that I had to "stay home for the weekend". He had something planned with the boys (all you can drink fest)that weekend and I had an out of state ride. He wanted me to stay home "because you always get to do something, it's my weekend to go out". We have no kids and the dogs have a dog door so it's not like someone HAD to be home.
September was the last straw. I crashed my bike and got stitches in my face. My riding buddy called him to say I was going to the hospital to get stitches. He was concerned but chose to stay at the bar with the buddies to watch the football game. Sitting in the waiting room, I knew it had to end. We were living under the same roof but living totally seperate lives.
I moved out. Left seven years, the house, the 50 acres, the camper, one of my dogs, and most of the furniture. I now rent an efficiency apartment, where my two cats and my dog reside. But I'm HAPPY! VERY HAPPY!
We have spoken and visited on several occasions. We both know it was for the best. He's happy and I'm happy.
So, yeah I changed my life for cycling.
Jeni