I logged into WordPress today, and saw a new trophy. It’s the one year anniversary of the day Michelle set up my 10000 miles. The original plan was to post mostly about tips for new bike riders, and about my adventures on the bike. Soon, though, I learned that I liked to talk and write about many things that had nothing to do with cycling at all.
The good news was, since its my blog, I could do whatever I wanted. So I did. It seems to work though, my audience has grown to almost 240. With the new rules, it meant I had a lot to talk about. So much so, that I have become a daily blogger. In fact, since I started, counting the occasional reblog, I have had 405 posts, 10765 views, and almost 900 comments. Nuthin to write home about, but makes me happy! I want to thank all of you visit regularly.
But for the 1 year anniversary post, I am going back to the roots. Cycling!
Last week, my kid sis posted this picture of her littlest bridesmaid.
This is one happy kidlet! And why wouldn’t she be? I know there are no absolutes in the world, but I would be willing to bet that many of you out there had the exact same smile when you first saddled up on your first bike?
This stays with you as you get older. We all wanted to drop our training wheels and ride the two-wheeler. And when those training wheels fall off, the magic of cycling starts. Riding out of your yard, the world opened up. Pushing the limits of your boundaries, getting them to expand from the road in front of your house, to your neighborhood, to wherever you could get to and get back before your parents knew you were gone for a while
Trust me living on Fort Lewis, I cycled anywhere and everywhere, and probably places I shouldn’t have! (I found at least one place to get a bike on and off base that was NOT guarded…) As kids, many of us would hop on the bike in the morning, and pedal all day long. I only wish I knew how many miles I rode back then.
Sadly though, for many of us, the drivers license comes along. And if you were lucky, you ended up with a car of your own, and the bike ended up in the back corner of a garage, or basement. Gathering dust, getting flat tires, and feeling unloved.
This happened to me. I always owned a bike, but it was rare I would ride. Every now and thing I would hear it call me, and I would take it out. More often than not, I would have to air it up, look for the helmut, and I didn’t own a pair of padded shorts. The rides would be a 5 miles or so, and I’d feel like I had an workout.
There were many many other adventures during this time, but in essence, for 26 years I lost the magic that little girl up there was feeling….
But in 2008, I found it again. the bike I upgraded from that year I had owned for 10 years. During that time it had barely 3000 miles on it, and the tires developed dry rot from lack of use. Since 2008, I have 14000 miles, and continue to do more. The little kid that got his first bike for Christmas back in the 70s and felt the magic the first time he touched it
Found it again and you can see it in my face
I hope I never lose it again, and as long as it is there, I will keep sharing it with you! Thanks for coming along with me!