Day 1: Poisson d'Avril
2: Zero to Biking
A new Pedal Hub podcast posted, this one on 'getting back into' biking. Most of us remember the thrill of starting as youngsters. For me, it was at age 3. My 5 year old brother had just learned to ride, and it was thrilling to watch my dad run along side him, let him go, and see him fly down the street. Freedom. I was pining for my turn and was being told in was too small. The way my mom tells it, one day that summer she is looking out the picture window to keep an eye on us, and out of the blue I come cruising down the street full boar on a small bicycle. I remember that day, wandering down the block where the Andrel family was having a garage sale. The dad was some kind of electrical engineer or something so there was always interesting stuff to check out. They happened to have a blue mini Schwinn without training wheels that was just my size. I probably nagged them into giving it to me - I never would have had the $5 they were asking - and remembered my brothers daring and to pedal fast in order to keep upright. My dad still helped me get onto a 'big' bike when the time came, but that tiny Schwinn was my first bike love. Funny how the similar thrill of learning to drive when in your teens shifts your focus. I still rode my bike a lot, then used it in college a little more, and then even more in grad school. But it was after that that I became a fanatic again.
Day 3: Feeling Judged
It was a little colder today, so for some reason I felt like taking my new mountain bike that I have been riding to work this winter. It's a single speed and gets me spinning to keep warm. Funny thing, now that there are more bikes out, many of them roadies, I've noticed that there isn't the acknowledgement from other riders when I am on this bike when I give a nod or a wave. Funny how people feel inclusion by segmentation. They talked on Pedal Hub yesterday on how people like to check out and judge other people by their bike, and I suppose I'm feeling it. I know I've been guilty, but this makes me want to not be like that. People pedaling knobby mountain bikes are rad too.
Day 4: Burley Style
The past few days I have been pulling the twins to the park in the Burley trailer. They just love it and it is so much fun to ride with them on the trails through the woods to get there. In have even loaded up the remaining space in the back of the trailer with wood that I have found felled along the way as they do some spring cutting. Its proven to be a pretty good workout. The twins still have no mercy in their demands for speed.
Day 5: Mini Ride
Easter Sunday I was just focused on being mindful of the purpose of the holiday, and assumed I might miss #30daysofbiking the way the day was playing out. But Sammy made sure I kept it alive when he climed into the Burley, pointed at the pulling bike in front of him and commanded in toddler fashion, "Get on your bike!" Remembering my goal, I obeyed and pulled him a short way to keep it going.
Day 6: Misty Ride
Woke up with a cough today but had to go to work. I decided to bus it. Got out for a nice night ride in a little misty rain before plopping into bed early. Good night!
Day 7: Exploring a Little
I pulled the kids through the woods again but in a different direction to a different park than normal. We moved last fall to an area where there are really great trails through the nature pockets that surround us. Its so fun to explore by bike, and I am looking forward to getting that mountain bike onto some of the singletrack.
Day 8: Temp up
A little warmer today, the road bike felt good, even if I was a little labored. Not sure why my legs felt like lead. I did pull a sandbag of a single speed following me up a big windy hill, that ditched me when we crested the top. At the time I wasn't really interested in keeping with him, but now that I picture him riding away in my mind, I'm shaking my fist a little.
Day 9: Snow
Always feared in April, the sudden return of winter. I knew it was supposed to cool down, but was taken off guard by the slop that fell on my way home from work. Still, was able to pull out the mountain bike for a night ride. I have to admit, riding alone in the woods at night gives me the willies. Still, it was fun to do a little off road in the snow.
