I just returned from a ride on my brand new bike and had to go look up that poem by Jack Prelutsky. As I sped down the street the first 2 lines popped into my head but I couldn't remember the rest. What a delight it is to have a bike again. Cruising around the neighborhood in the cool morning air with the full moon smiling down benignly. I have a 5 mile route mapped out that I can do everyday but I'm already thinking about longer routes. I think I will have to invest in a pair of bike shorts. Things have spread out a bit since the days when I spent hours on my bike. And a bike rack so that I can go out to Tybee and ride.
I didn't want to stop when I got back to the house but I did. It's been 10 years since I did any riding and I prudently (for once) decided not to push it. Bikes have changed since I last shopped for one: road bikes, fitness bikes and comfort bikes. Then more divisions within each division. I was able to safely navagate those waters with the guidence of the bike guy. He had been recommended by a friend and he was great. Didn't try to talk me into something too expensive. He listened to what I said I wanted and paired me up with a great ride. And in the process has picked up a loyal customer. I like supporting local businesses....it's good for the community. Obviously they need to sell things to stay in business but what makes it joyful is when they want you to really like what you bought; as though a small part of them is going out the door with you. Connections, invisible lines running between people and places that creates a web of energy that enlivens and draws together anyone that comes within its boundaries; feeding our spirit and making the whole greater than its parts.