Wednesday, February 6, 2013
That First Ride of the Year
Feeling free within the ropes of gravity, I fell in love with myself a little more. I can still make this carving vehicle move down the bike path. I am winded but not gasping. I'm not traveling at a high speed either, but I am moving forward. The conservation of angular momentum is working for me. I'm leaning more than ever before, I'm no longer see-sawing through my course. My technique is improved.
I could also resort to cliches to report that my soul was filled that day. I sometimes climb on the back of my Trikke, feeling broken by the week's events, and am able to inflate myself back to human form. I am who I was meant to be on my little miracle worker. Okay, I AM one with the universe during my ride.
I could go on to say that the world and its problems seem less pressing and more manageable after a ride. When I see fellow carvers, I know we have a secret together. Yet it is not a secret because you can see the joy this activity brings written over each one of our faces.
I guess I'm working at getting the word out here on this site, this pleasure shouldn't be a secret. I've done what I could for today.