Lately I've not been riding much. This is due to a combination of factors which includes weather, my self employment and my regular job (I work for 3M). I have had to take the car places. I have had to attend meetings, classes and other events that, for whatever reason, I was not able to ride to. The fact that I've been working overtime has contributed as well. This is a pattern that is repeated at the end of every month. I just get to busy to go and enjoy a nice long ride somewhere, anywhere.
I am surprised at how much I miss riding. So when the chance to ride to work presents itself. I take it, even though I damn well know it's not a good idea. Riding to me has become more than just a cheap way to get from point A to point B. No, it's much more than that to me now. It's become my escape.
I left that job when the math didn't make sense anymore. When the logic was based on bad assumptions and greed. We all know what happened after that. Yes, you can blame me for the near collapse of the banks a few years ago.
So stress? Not in the least.
So why do I escape? Why am I feeling this desire to ride?
It's quiet for one thing. It just the wind noise and the bike, no other noise. My attention is on the road ahead of me. No fiddling with the radio trying to find something I want to listen to. No phone calls. I've considered a cheap bluetooth for the helmet but decided against it. I don't want the distractions.
Generally speaking I'm not a risk taker. I may speed but not excessively. I may ride in weather that I should not of, earlier this week being a perfect example, but have no issue pulling over and waiting. Or even leaving Kimmie somewhere and picking her up in the morning. There is a risk to riding. Cars are built to protect the rider, bikes give the rider responsibility. To pay attention, to always be aware of the surroundings. Some argue that riding is freedom. I understand that...it is freedom but it also takes us back to a time when we were not as "coddled" as we are today. I am responsible for my own safety.
|For example, a giant chicken|
One of the reasons I was so excited about the Equinox to Equinox rally was because I know had an excuse to go out and ride. Sadly even this fun event fallen by the wayside lately. One day I just said, "It's to damn hot to ride!"
I know that soon enough I'll be able to ride more, I'll be going places again and not just to and through from work. I know that soon enough I'll be packing a weekend back into the top case and Susan and I will be off somewhere. In the meantime I just have to bide my time. And that is the hardest part.