Just ride…
Commuters, roadies, mountain bikers, fixie fanatics, helmet wearers, non-helmet wearers, MAMIL’s, skinny kids, veterans, fans of The Rules, haters of The Rules; all cyclists, all governed by different laws of behaviour.
The image of five or six frozen cyclists at the side of the road, bikes propped against a wall and furiously cuddling each other to keep warm, does have a certain poignancy to it.
I rolled down the hill and home, and sat at the kitchen table seeing stars. The hollow stare of a (hungry) Vietnam vet. I inhaled a cheese sandwich without chewing. Slurped a cup of tea without pause. Slowly, the creeping kilojoules soaked into my system and I returned to something resembling life.
Teeth were gritted, loins were girded, questioning raised eyebrow emoji texts from my riding buddy were ignored, and I pedalled out into the breach. We met up, made gallows humour, and resolved to do the local loop and the “see how it is.”
They say it never gets any easier, cycling. That it always hurts, you just get faster. By they, of course,Continue Reading
