on a bicycle built for one

i think this is one of those posts where most people reading will be all like, DUH, YEAH OF COURSE, but i'm going to go ahead and preach to the choir anyways because this chorus member just joined.

BIKING IS LIBERATING.

in particular, biking ALONE is liberating.


jeremy is an amazing bike riding partner and for four years he's waited for me at the bottom of hills while i brake my way down with teeth clenched. it's certain, in fact, that i could never have ridden alone without his patient and encouraging support.

ain't that the beauty of love? that it pushes you away from dependancy and towards this place of self actualization?


i met jessica at a fork on the lower don trail on thursday. i arrived at the meeting spot early, not knowing how long it would take me and anticipating wanting to take some pictures to document my first solo trek.

i'm making it sound like i did the mountain leg of the tours de france and maybe for me, it meant something similar.


i had my mouth open in awe the whole time, (until i ate a bug), and i must have looked new because more than one cyclist asked me if i was okay, but gosh darn it i did it.

and i feel like an emancipated woman. freed from the shackles of cars and public transportation. and from my fear which obviously can't be trusted after keeping me from something so cool.


my bike and jessica's bike like each other. jessica's bike gets ridden a lot but never holds that over my bike's head. instead she is kind and accepting and finds my bike's spastic enthusiasm charming.

ring your bells! wear your helmuts! bike ride into a future dependent only on the power of you! and a husband who waves from the window while you glide down the driveway.