I went riding the other evening, and was thinking more about why I ride....
I ride because I can ride; because I am healthy enough at 55 to ride 100 miles in one day, for which I am grateful. Still look pretty good, too!
I went the other evening after work, and there was a big headwind and it was overcast, and it was a lot of work, but I could do it. Earlier in the day, I recalled that I had an old law school classmate (we're talking 30 years ago) who live in the Bay Area. When we were in school, there were not many women, and one's girlfriends were really important. We used to joke that we could all fit into the women's room, which was not that big. We were all pretty idealistic too. Well, when I looked her name up (it is pretty distinctive) in the Ca. Bar, next to it was the word "deceased." I can't tell you what a shock I felt. I took a ride, to help to take it in and to just be with my sadness--over her, over the mothers of GI's I talk with, all of the sadness. And, to celebrate being alive and being here, and having a body that works pretty well, and for those who can't ride.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart. ~Iris Murdoch, The Red and the Green