I know I’ve written in here before
about my life-long love of riding a bike, using it for
transportation, pleasure, and exercise, so I won’t bore you with a
recap of that. But it’s getting around that time of the year here
when you seem to start REALLY missing all of the things you’re able
to do when there’s not snow being whipped extra high by a wind
blowing around 25 miles per hour off of the lake. You really start
to get a little tired of brushing off your car, shoveling off your
sidewalk, and knocking the snow off your boots every time you walk
inside.
It’s funny, because you don’t even
give a second thought to any of this when it’s nice out and you
don’t have to think about dealing with the snow and the cold. You
just take for granted the fact that you can walk outside and do what
you need to do, including hopping on your bike and just going. .
.wherever you want to go
I’ve lived here long enough (or just
plain LIVED long enough) to know that it’ll probably be another few
weeks or so before I can even think about starting to consider the
possibility of someday going out on my bike and not having to worry
about patches of snow or ice on the paths, or of getting windburn on
your face if you ride more than 2 miles an hour. Yes, I know I could
splurge and get a fat tire bike, allowing me to ride year long,
wrapped up in 16 layers of clothing, but I'm staying old school, at
least for the time being.
I’m sure that will be a joyous day
when it happens; heck, when I was a kid, I couldn’t wait until the
day when enough snow had melted away from the storage shed in the
backyard of my parents’ house on Norway that I could hack through
it and get my bike out. And while I don’t have to hack through the
snow to get to my bike any more, I still await that first day when
the streets are clear enough and the air is warm enough to allow me
to check the tires, oil the chain, and head out for ride.
Even if it’s still weeks or a month
or so away.
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