Carlos asked me how long it took me to ride my bike from Temple City to downtown Los Angeles, and he laughed when I told him I spent 2 hours on the ride.
I have tremendous respect and admiration for the kind of bike riding Carlos does. He has a carbon frame racing machine, with aero bars and wheels as thin as capellini. He could make the trip in a quarter of the time, maybe less.
But that’s not my way, and it doesn’t have to be your way either. Not always.
I’ve met a lot of would-be bicyclists who are put off by bright multi-colored lycra shorts and intimidated by speedy racers. If this is you, don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with riding slow, wearing anything you want.
Your bike can be an amazing tool of discovery. It will take you places you’d probably never go by foot, and probably never notice by car. It makes you a part of the landscape, puts you in contact with the weather, scenery, maybe even the people. Slow down, and you might get a gift from the universe.
I can ride pretty fast when I need to, but it’s usually not my choice. Early in the morning, seeing the moon reflected in the water of the Rio Honda, it seems a waste of the morning if I go too fast. I get up extra early just so I won’t have to race.
Slow down, and you might get a gift from the universe. A lot of people are doing it.
“It’s a party on wheels,” someone once told me on Midnite Ridazz. Nobody left behind, half the bikers riding one-handed with drinks in the other. Once I pulled out of the group to use the restroom, and when I came back out the bicycle parade was still sauntering past me, flickering lights ablaze, no hurry.
One of my dreams is to join the Wolfpack ride. I don’t know at this point if I could keep up. Maybe some day I’ll try out a triathlon, just to say that I did it. But when it comes to the pure enjoyment that makes riding a bike worthwhile for me, I’m more in favor of the people who strap a radio on their rear rack, and saunter along at their own pace.