I love riding my bike. When you’re pedaling in the lowest gear, powering up a medium sized hill and you get to the top and see a row of green lights stretch to the bottom and you hope that none become yellow, there is bliss as your sweat dries in your armpits and across your brow and your hair flaps.
When I was a boy, I had a great bike. Cycling computers were just some of the bicycle accessories I had along with water bottle holders and hydraulic shocks. I tracked my average speed, my distances, and my maximum speed. When I went down the biggest neighborhood hill, I remember the joy of getting the new max up to a new record – 26.2 miles per hour. I remember being satisfied with that. If you rounded up, I went 30, which was faster than any human could run.
My cycling computers made my bike one of the coolest bikes in the neighborhood. My dad even tied off little pieces of cloth and placed them on the wheel axle so that they stayed clean. Those bike accessories you can make.
Today my childhood bike is a little small for me, I think. Although who knows, maybe if I go into my garage and adjust the seat, I can take it down one of the big hills and get a new max.