Just after sunrise on Saturday morning, I walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Looking over to where I store my bikes (living room, of course), I noticed the light pouring in through the window. It was a pair o’ country bikes ready for service; one fixed wheel Kogswell P/R for simplicity and connectedness, and one Rivendell A. Homer Hilsen with more than enough low gears for hauling stuff over topographic humps. It was a lovely, heart warming sight.
They were ready, but I was not. My already excessive work week spilled over into the weekend. Before the weekend is over, I’ll be flying out of town for a few days. I’ll give you a hint, the travel is not for a bicycle tour. No riding for me for awhile. When I do have time to ride, it will feel like a fitness start-over…again. Until then, it will be simple frustration and perseveration.
Ironic, isn’t it? That which enables me to own this delightful pair o’ country bikes is the very thing that doesn’t allow me to enjoy them. They say that “time is money”. Well, I’m here to tell you that “money is not always time”.