I was confused about pretty much everything that had to do with bikes in my life. What I originally thought was me being burned out on racing turned out to be much more. I have all these bikes and I write a blog every day about bike stuff (mostly), but I felt like I was just going through the motions. I needed to have fun, and for some reason I couldn’t see it right in front of me.
Bikes are fun.
All bikes. I have an urban bike, mountain bikes, a road bike, and
even unicycles (okay, technically not bikes, whatever) and I didn’t
want to ride any of them. After whining to the Internets and hearing
from people that care (and even those that don’t), I realized that I was
making a big deal out of nothing. All I have to do is hop on one of
my two-wheeled machines and pedal.
It’s that simple.
I didn’t need to take a break, get counseling, or even find a
new hobby. Just to test that, I decided to grab my least favorite
bike and go for a spin.
Yup, I took the road bike out. I went on a route that was very
familiar to me, and I really enjoyed it. It was a route that I did a
few years ago when I participated in a local shop group ride. I
remember that it was fun back then, so I figured it would be a safe
bet to try again. I had some beautiful views, fun hills (both up and
down), and the weather was perfect. I even saw some wildlife.
That was a gratuitous beaver shot. You’re welcome.
When I finished, I texted the little lady to let her know I didn’t
die. I told her I had fun too.
“Who is this?” she replied.
Always with the jokes. Yes, I did a road ride and enjoyed it. I
didn’t feel like less of a mountain biker either. Go figure. I
guess whatever bike you ride doesn’t define you. I just ride
bikes, and I’m no better (or worse) than you because of the bike I
hopped on that day. Well, I was Holier than you though, thanks to
the new socks DeFeet sent me.
Now I’m hungry. Great. Nothing makes you fall in love with
riding again like a little Divine intervention.
I’m back. Let’s have some damn fun riding bikes now.