If you took away my bikes;
The thought makes me jittery and anxious. It would be the most personal of losses. No one else would ever understand the intricate complexities of this relationship. Intertwining deep to a soul level. Life would be flat hard.
Riding makes the daily grind ok. Shared adventures create closer bonds – especially the tough, Did Not Finish ones. Reflecting and scheming alike make day one and two of a regular week slip painlessly past. Cycling comrades lessens life’s persistent haunt of loneliness. Harmless heckling distracts from existential pointlessness.
Without my bikes there would be nothing to grab hold of, embrace and get stuck into. I would be lost.
Words and photos by @v.mazie