Last night my mom called me to tell me when she would swing by to pick me up for my brothers’ basketball game. A little while after we hung up I realized that I didn’t need a ride, this game wasn’t in some far off city, it was in a nearby town that I know well. I think I floored her when I called her back to tell her that I would bike to the game, she still doesn’t understand that I genuinely like to bike places.
It always feels awkward going somewhere dressed to the nines in my biking gear, but I was able to slip into the bathroom quickly and change into normal attire. Holding one of my little nieces during the game was super fun. Watching my brothers lose the game after a valiant first half was not so fun.
After the game I changed back into my somewhat damp outfit and got back on the road. I had not traveled far when a truck pulled over in front of me and a family friend who had watched the game motioned me to stop. He tried to convince me to throw my bike in his pickup.
“It is so cold out. Where are you headed?”
“Just back to my apartment.”
“Ha! That is over 10 miles, let me give you a lift.”
I attempted to pacify him by stating that I was not cold, that I love biking in
winter and that I would be just fine. He was not buying it. His frustration was obvious, why couldn’t I just be a normal person and do normal people things like ride in a car?
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity I was able to bike on. But during my ride I thought about what normal people doing normal people things may miss out on while rushing home in their heated cars.
They miss the clear, black sky with the stars dangling so close to earth.
They miss the happy crunch of studded tires through ice and snow.
They miss a time of calm reflection.
They miss the simple joy of watching the glittering snow.
They miss breathing in the crisp cold air.
They miss the warmth of muscles working together to climb a hill.
They miss the exhilaration of coasting down a giant hill.
They miss the sound of the wind rushing past their ears.
They miss the peace of a landscape covered in white.
They miss the little bunny tracks sprinkled alongside the road.
They miss the feeling of well-being that comes after a hour long ride.
You can’t pry me off my bike, I would miss out on too much.