Getting ready for a long Saturday bike ride. And it gets me wondering why I do this. There are actually a lot of important, pressing things I could take care of tomorrow. Instead I'm leaving checks uncashed, bills unpaid, dishes unwashed and groceries unbought so I can zip around the outskirts of LA without any important destination in mind.
But I already know what's going to happen. I'll find a new street that I've never been down before. Maybe find a new park or garden, or a great hill to test my will or my courage, depending on whether I start at the bottom or the top.
I'll get food and coffee at places I've never been before, and strike up a good conversation with the owner or the patrons.
I always like to check out old historical routes and sites, so I'll eventually get to the San Gabriel Mission, but that's a tiny piece of the whole experience. I could drive there in half an hour or less, but that would leave the hills untested, food and coffee untasted, back streets undiscovered, conversations unstarted.
I guess that's why I do this, why my irrational wanderlust always wins out over the guilt about chores I've neglected. the bike is my only proof that there's still some adventure and excitement in the world. It's the biggest thing that lets me keep a sense of wonder about things.
Why do you ride?