I rode my squishy bike in the woods today. It was hard to do at first. My mind was playing tricks on me. I could not be present for the riding- too much other thinking going on.
One of the draws of riding bicycles, for me, is the quiet. Thoughts not having to do with line choice or gear selection (if I'm really on, that's not a conscious factor; or if I'm on a single speed, then it's not. Well obviously. Or if I'm on a fixed wheel bicycle. Clearly, then, too)...extraneous thinking ceases. For those moments, there is no thing but a flow.
I like that.
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