I got into bicycling as a way to explore my world. Pedals spinning not quite fast enough, the whoosh of two tires slanted through a downhill corner, the amazing splash of lukewarm water bottle water on my face, numb fingers wrapped around handlebars for just one more mile were simply accessories to the journey that carried me around my world. Jumping on my bicycle was the opening door to see what was around the next corner, over the next hill, along the next tree canopied lane.
I’ve stayed in bicycling because the journey is never all the way over. What does the road look like in different weather? How difficult is that last hill in the winter? Was that really a mother deer and two fawns in the tall grass alongside the road back there? Is there really a good restaurant a mile north of Vandalia, MI? These are the challenges that keep bicycling fresh and interesting to me as the miles and years add up.