“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.” – Lewis Carroll
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Note: The thoughts and activities discussed in this post occurred in April, 2011.
The weather here in the mountains has finally warmed up, and dried out, enough for me to spend the time necessary to dig my old bike out of the storage building. It’s an 18 or more years old Huffy Snakeriver 18-speed mountain bike. If the dust it’s accumulated means anything I may be in for more than I can chew with it. It served me well many years back. Hopefully it can do so again now.
Since the time period referred to in my last post, Rediscovery, I spent a fair amount of what little free time I’ve had reading articles online about cycling, trying to learn about changes that have been made in the sport, what’s new for repairs and maintenance, things like that. I’ve also visited the bicycle sections of some major retailers to see what they have available compared to what I found online. Some of the items there were pretty much the same “old hat” I grew up with, some were things I have never associated with bicycles like LED or Halogen headlamps with batteries that last several days or weeks instead of only a few hours, clear and red strobe lights for the tail light, Kevlar in tires, self-sealing inner tubes, micro computers that tell you not only the bike’s speed, but what the average speed is, the time and date, your altitude, how long you’ve been traveling since your last stop (or the beginning of your trip), etc. Jeez, you’d think some of this stuff was made for the Special Forces bicycle brigade! lol
I’ve also been talking with other hikers who are cyclists when they’re not out hiking somewhere, getting their input, listening to their stories, and wishing I had regained my interest in cycling a long time ago. Each story I hear takes my mind back to a time when I could have been this person talking, telling others about last week’s or last month’s two-wheeled adventures. If you’ve never spent much time on a bicycle it’s hard to understand the freedom it brings, especially in these hard economic times when fuel is ridiculously high, and the feeling you get with the gentle breeze on your skin while cruising along listening to the sounds of nature all around you, something you seldom experience in a car. I know it will be quite a while as booked up as I am now, but I’m having a difficult time waiting to get back into cycling. As excited as I am about it I guess even if I could hit the road tomorrow it’d be too long a wait. 😉
Note: The thoughts and activities discussed in this post occurred in mid February, 2011.
The weather today was gorgeous for this time of Winter. It was fairly warm with bright sunshine and only a few fluffy white clouds floating around a deep blue sky. Today was a shuttle day. A couple of hope-to-be thru hikers on the Appalachian Trail needed a shuttle from the Atlanta airport to Springer Mountain, the Southern terminus of “The” trail a few miles outside of Dahlonega, GA. The ride typically takes about 3 hours so we had plenty of time to talk and discuss a variety of subjects. When we finally got out of the heavy Atlanta metro traffic, and onto the half-way deserted two-lane roads, our talk turned to the weather and the natural beauty which surrounded us. We were in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains now. The winding road rose and fell as the miles clicked on with each curve unfolding a vibrant new scene before us.
A few miles from our destination we came upon a group of cyclists peddling hard up the mountain road. As I cautiously passed the cyclists, my hikers began discussing biking trips they had taken in preceeding years. I listened as they described the grandeur of places they visited, the friendliness of people encountered, and the thrill of completing different types of road courses. My mind flashed back to the days I rode my bike often, days I took the time to enjoy some of the simpler things, days I not only biked through small towns and observed the old historic buildings, but stopped at a small family owned cafe or diner for a snack and to talk with people gathered there. Whatever happened to those days? I have always thought of myself as being basically the same now as I was last year, 5 years ago, even 15 years ago. Something was different now. Somehow I had changed without realizing it, becoming much like the person I told myself back then I would never become, rushed and too busy for the things that matter most. I missed those old times. Is it true you can never go back? Possibly, but you can always try to recreate them again if you have the gumption.
After I dropped the hikers off for the start of their 2,100 plus miles of adventure and discovery I headed home, my mind filled with memories of past excursions on my bike, some of them long, others short, but all were fun and exciting in their own unique way. My hikers may be on a path of discovery but I had discovered something also. Feelings were surfacing I hadn’t experienced in years, and it felt good, really good. I wanted those experiences back. I had to have those experiences back. I would get those experiences back, along with the excitement, exploration, and adventure that had been put on the back burner oh so long ago. My mind’s made up. I’m going to pursue this thing everyone now calls cycling. I have a bike somewhere in my mini-warehouse that needs to be dug out of all the mess, cleaned up, then ridden. There are websites to visit, stores to browse, and miles of roads just waiting to be explored. Yep, a good dose of rediscovery is just what I need. 😀