/*23 Breaths: Morning ride*/

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Morning ride



A glass breaks in the kitchen and I'm jolted awake in a manner only slightly less annoying that the time our two year old threw up on me. After fetching my wife her slippers and helping to clean up the glass I start my daily routine. Clothes, food, backpack but halfway through packing I realize it's Saturday and I don't have any appointments today. What do the unemployed do on their weekends? They go on bike rides. Of course! So I take my interview clothes out of the bag and replace them with my wetsuit, fins and inflatable surf mat. The bananas and water bottle can stay.

Instead of weaving the skinny tire bike between the cars to arrive at an appointment on time I will be weaving the fat tire bike between the slowly moving moguls consisting of tourists families visiting the beach for the day.

Initially this was just a was to spend less on gas but I have found numerous unknown sand bars that I would have driven right by in the car.  The front rack takes my dripping wetsuit without complaint and riding after surfing extends that delightful endorphin buzz you get after riding the mat. If all goes well I will find a few waves to surf if not I can ride the sea side bike path for miles.

Today the coast is covered in fog. At times it seems like I am the only one on the planet many of the streets are deserted . I peddle on my world an ever changing collection of sights and sounds wrapped in a cloud.

A little farther down the trail the clouds part to reveal two tourists, in the middle of the path, off their bike starring at the limp chair hanging off their rented tandem beach cruiser. While screaming “get out of the middle of the road!” at them was a option I chose to pull over to the side and ask what the problem.

I'm not a bike mechanic and I have only the most primitive of tools but for me part of the beauty of riding is an appreciation and understanding of the basic bicycle machine. The chain wasn't broken and I brought the chain back into alignment with the rest of the drive train. After wishing them a good day I remounted and continued along my way. Hopeful that I had helped someone else have a nice day on the bike and looking forward to enjoying my own ride.

I'm riding one of my “other” bike today, actually my other other other bike. I group my bikes as road bikes, off road bikes or additions to my collection of 1960's Schwinn three speeds. Today it's a Schwinn Breeze day. The road bikes are faster, the MTB's have a wider range of uses but a good Breeze on the bike trail is a thing of beauty! The glide, the steady, floating forward motion. If independence has a tactile feeling its riding a bike. Someday if that feeling isn't there for me I'll make one massive donation to the local charity and move on. But today, after a bit of morning fog, the sun is out and I'm out on the bike having fun.

7 comments:

pranaglider said...

Today's Breeze has a 3 speed Sturmey Archer hub with kick brake. Kind of an odd combo but I thought it would be good when carrying a board in my right arm with no way to get to the rear brake lever. This girls frame (in black) is unusual in the rear fenders, seat and handlebars are, while stock, still kind of weird for the Breeze models.
Oh extra points if you noticed that my rear tire needs air!

EL said...

"jolted awake in a manner only slightly less annoying that the time our two year old threw up on me."

This line made my day. I laughed out loud at that remembering my own moments of parenting. Thanks.

pranaglider said...

Glad you liked it. Even better that you can laugh about it! Remind me to tell you the story about how I had to "teach" the kids to throw up in the toilet (or at least on the tile) hilarious.

Brine Time said...

Wonderfully evocative as usual. You have inspired me to bust out my Electra 3 speed internal hub cruiser with a big fat 24 x 3" tyre on the rear. But what is a kick brake? A foot brake?

pranaglider said...

BT, yes a foot brake. Peddle backwards and you (hopefully) stop.

Glad to get some comments on this, it was part of a piece I pitched to a bike magazine, which was, sadly, rejected. I thought maybe they didn't like the way I modified the UDT's in the basket...

Brine Time said...

Or maybe you didn't mention their magic mantra - "lycra, muscles, lycra". Shame on them.

pranaglider said...

Ha! Actually, it was a non Lycra bike magazine (if there is such a thing)