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i miss cycling. at one time it consumed 2-3 hours each day. when i wasn't cycling, i was working in a bicycle shop. time was measured by daily, monthly and yearly cycling events.
that was a long time ago. the road bike now hangs upside down from the garage ceiling. the tires are cracked and brittle. that's what happens when you don't ride for 10 or so years.
i now think about cycling every day. when i see a rider outside my car window, a wave of excitement passes through me. i recall the clakety sound as my derailier moves and the chain catches the 52 tooth chain ring. i wonder if it is it possible to love a machine?
the wave of excitement is quickly replaced with bitterness. frustration with myself that i have let a part of myself drift so far away. life happens, things change, priorities change.
so, is this what getting older is all about? a brain spilling with memories of beloved places, things, people, and emotions. the memories allow you to re-live moments, but also lament things lost.
Posted by griff at July 28, 2004 09:57 AM