When I was a kid, my constant companion was my bike. It was a Schwinn pedal bike, no gears except one, no power assist except my young legs. Everywhere I went I went by bicycle.
I went fishing, fish pole across the handlebars, creel on a leather strap over my shoulder, on my bike. I went to Little League baseball practice on my bike, sometimes carrying my glove and bat. I went to the grocery store on my bike.
When I got older, I started riding bikes with gears. I learned the joy of going on long rides and biked across Iowa a couple of times. Each ride taught me something about myself, my body, and the inexpressible wonder of taking a ride.
There is something magical about the harmony between body, mind, and bike. There is a rhythm that begins the magic. Sometimes it starts slowly and there is a sluggish nature to your ride. But then, after awhile, the marriage of muscle and pedal, the power of legs pushing to make the wheels go around, becomes one. That harmony creates the magic of riding a bicycle.
It’s not about the speed that you can generate. It’s not about going down a hill with the wind rushing over your face, a wind that you created, it’s about the wonder of being one with your bike.
There is no separation between your legs and the pedal and the wheel. They have all become one. There is nothing quite like the meditation of being one with your bike, melding the human and the mechanical. Every ride has in it a moment, a time frame, when the magic happens. When the human being and the bike become one!
When my children learned how to ride a bike I saw it on their faces, the moment they learned about the magic of riding a bicycle. When my son learned how to ride, his joy was so incredibly apparent, his face literally beaming with smile and joy, that it gave everyone watching pure delight. The moment when I took my hand away and stopped steadying the bike, when he was truly on his own, I will never forget the expression of sheer joy.
Think back to the day you learned how to ride a bike. Think about those in your life you may have taught to ride. Write a story about riding a bicycle. Write about the joy of being one with your bike.