I’m biking! Rolling through the city with the wind in my hair, I feel liberated from the driver’s seat. For years I convinced myself that I was too much of a wuss to bike through traffic. I now realize that I’m bolder than that. I also realize that I live on a substantial hill.
The last bike I owned was a shiny, new mountain bike my parents gave me for my fourteenth birthday. I rode it about five times and then ditched in the garage. The more rusty it got, the more it became another symbol of my failed athleticism.
Now I work at a company founded on a bike and am surrounded by cyclists. Preaching about movement, I felt like a hypocrite driving for most of my transportation. Until now, self transformation on two wheels!
Shopping for a new bike I stumbled across a used one at a yard sale for $75. With the tune up, a lock, and a helmet, I was rolling for under $200. Now I pedal the 4 miles into work and go car-free most days of the week.
Instead of mindless taps on the accelerator, each commute is a fascinating study of inertia. To stay balanced and maximize my velocity, I look for the most fluid path around buses, over hills, and between stoplights.
A self-propelled commute reminds me that I can take physical risks even as I age. Navigating around on two wheels will sustain me more than the comfort of my car. Now another California drought day means I pump endorphins through my veins instead of carbon into the air. So I’m not just walking, but also pedaling my talk.