I drift over lumpy tarmac on empty b-roads somewhere between Leeds and York, I feel fresh spring air fill my lungs with every breath and I realise it doesn’t matter where in the world I was.
Breathe, pedal. This is all that is required. These simple autonomous tasks easily fall into rhythmic bliss as I follow the twists and turns presented to me. I choose to observe all around me as this ride is not to anyone’s time, my own the least of my worries as I watch life drift by. My journey is simple and this where the beauty lay.
My route is carefully chosen, not by time, distance or convenience, but by beauty, peace and comfort! Make no mistake I cycle with purpose however could an extra 15 minutes at home ever recompense the adventure of some 200 year old trail? Life should allow flexibility…
These roads have long served humankind, long before the ways of motor and they serve me well, now, as I float away with only the faint rumble of thin kevlar reinforced rubber and a well lubricated chain set. This engine is running well.
I talk of purpose, imagine one humans journey of discovery. This time the search was for organic vegetables at a local farm although each journey poses the same fundamental joys for me. The reasons or indeed life challenges either side of this ride were not present.
I was a lone.
A lone warrior, not at all “feeling alone”. I was a lone person blanketed by the joys which fill the small gaps in life. A lone person surrounded by a million wonders. Landscape in my view and I feel warm, I feel peace. I feel safe.
This is why I cycle. A thousand miles from home feels the same at that moment. When you’re at your happy rolling pace, when you think of nothing else but you, right here right now in the moment.
A feeling like the whole world has stopped to let you enjoy yours.
I like to take those moments with both arms.