What I love about biking is how you're always being taught something.
I've been doing a 1hr commute solidly for over a year from Otaki to Wellington, and recently hopping on the bike has been like kissing my wife in the morning; I really want to, but know the bad breath is coming. It's been like a midlife crisis as my once daily delight has been tarnished with lifes stresses.
I used to love smelling the morning, feeling the elements, the push of the torque. I used to take on the thrill of slippy roads, dodgy cars and over-eager rozzers. I used to feel lucky that I could spend two hours a day on my bike. But lately I just think of work for the hour to and hour from Wellybum. I wondered if there was something that could snap me out of the doldrums.
In my rush to leave work today to hit a lawyers meeting, I forgot to grab my wet weather gear. Approaching Mana and seeing the haze of rain on the Pukurua hills my plight became clear as I reached my hand back to check for my wets strapped to my rear seat...oh the chortle I had to smother when I came back empty handed.
I managed to make it to Paraparaumu for the meeting with only a slight sprinkle, the leathers only slightly moist (fnar fnar). Leaving the meeting however I was in for a treat. The heavens had not only openned, they'd fucked off to their bag of tricks, found the thickest, weightiest globs of rain they could find and were taking a solid aim at the fat bastard on the bike below them.
...but here's the crazy bit. Amidst the torrent my winter blues were gone. I was in the elements again. Good old simple biking in shitty weather getting soaked to the bone and I was alive again, laughing like a little boy with a new pair of shoes who's just found a big dirty puddle. No complexities, just pure values. Tomorrows a new day, and I'm looking forward to swinging my leg over to enjoy the ride.
NOTE: No wives feelings were hurt in the making of this post
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