The last bike I bought was 11 years ago. I was 70. Now at 81, why in the world would I need a new bike? Beats me. The child in me is still kicking, like in a mother's womb ready to be born. There will be the pain of childbirth, fitting the bike to myself, and the biggest labor pain: paying for that puppy.
It's a gravel bike, and with the limited road options around here, this will give me training on dirt roads with drop handlebars; more options for training. So I would want to be training? Didn't I just say I am 81? I thought so.
No matter how much longer I live to enjoy this new bike and its possibilities, it is worth it for the moments, however few they may be. The other night it had just gotten dark and I was coming in on my mountain bike. Everything was perfect with the weather, the time of day and with my body on the bike. How great this is, I thought. I wish I could ride more. It had been a long and physically arduous day but in the moment I didn't feel fatigued at all. I had no lights so continuing the ride was not an option out here in the woods.
However, I had the moment, if only the moment. A moment to remember and relish in lesser times. So I am buying the bike for the moments. Thank you God for moments.
