Inspired by Nanci's "Tar Baby Rat Fetus" (if you haven't read it, search it- it's a really good read) and the fact that so many of us take our quiet 'us' time on the roads or trails to fit words together, I thought I'd start a thread on our words of the wheels, as it were... Please- share!

The Funny Thing About Biking
The funny thing about biking is that it's so hard to truly describe it. I tend to be a woman of words and can describe most elusive things, like the subtle effects of intoxicants or the alluring gaze of a pulchritudinous admirer in candlelight... but to tell a non-cyclist of riding:
"It makes me feel free- I'm soaring by my own power. With the wind on my face and the sun on my skin, it makes me feel real again, in a world of digital information and intangibles. The vibration of the handlebars and the ache in my legs are real..."
They stare in incomprehension and say "But you're only going 15 mph! You went way out on country roads, just meandering; you didn't even have a destination! You got sunburn and wind burn. Your muscles are so sore you can hardly walk..."
That's where the cyclist in me says "The destination was not only the confirmation that I truly exist in this world, but that I also exist as the strong, beautiful woman I always thought I was."