I just got back from my first bike ride in about 20 years, okay maybe 15, but still it’s been more than a while. For my birthday, Mr. Geeky got me a pink Schwinn mountain bike (seen here) that I finally took out for a spin. I had forgotten how fabulous it is to feel the wind in your hair as you coast down a hill. And I’d also forgotten how hard it is to peddle back up those hills.
When we moved to another neighborhood, I graduated to a larger bike and the whole family biked around the neighborhood. I eventually got a pink bike again in high school and rode around town with my best friend. I took that bike with me to college and rode it to work frequently, riding downtown without a helmet through the projects, where the smell of urine and alcohol mixed together in an overwhelming odor. Still, there was a certain freedom I felt riding past apartments and houses.
There’s something very kid-like in riding a bike. I’m doing the best I can to remain kid-like myself.