I have to train more. But it’s good to get out and ride anywhere and connect with the environment. Every time you learn something about yourself. It’s intimate and gets you out of your head but somehow you work everything out in some sort of funky way. That’s what happens for me. A lot of people talk about it but it feels good.
At this stage being able to explore the city like new, feels great. Graduate school is a long process but rewarding, why else make the sacrifices, for anything that matters to you for that matter. So you go for it. Anyway I have a sense of vindication right now and I’m going to ride with it While I can.
Out in the city or nature it feels good when you get a response.
“You’re so brave!” She said when she saw me trying go ride my road bile down a dirt train in the Hollywood Hills. “Do you do this all the time?” She asked with the dog and probably her boyfriend there. But women are bold and can make you jealous.
“When I can!” I answered. She was beautiful but it was great just to interact with a beautiful woman. She wasn’t the last woman to comment or gesture while I’ve been cycling and I’ve learned to appreciate those simple things more with age.
The freedom of cycling, for me it’s a lifesaver. It’s part of my nutrition and my sustenance. I can’t live without it. It’s not always fun or easy. It can be frustrating but it makes me feel good and there’s not a lot in the world that can always make you feel that way. It’s spiritual and divine as well.
Cyclist are a rare breed. It’s in our missions and gestures and actions. It’s not always pleasant but it’s a community that has its own gravity and satellites. It’s a network. What appears like solitude is communal. It’s a way of life and a craft. A type of free range.