“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T.S.Elliot
There was rain in the forecast when I left home this morning…lots of rain. I knew I was going to get wet. I went anyway and I was a full two counties from home when the heavens opened up in earnest. It wasn’t particularly cold and what wind there was would follow me home, so I didn’t have to worry about hypothermia.
In fact, I didn’t have to worry about much of anything and so I didn’t. I just rode on as the rain fell harder and harder. It was surreal, like somebody was turning up the volume very slowly and deliberately. I was out on the plains all by myself and it was so incredible to be riding through a deluge. Ed Abbey once said there is heartbreaking beauty everywhere. I know this. I also know how to find it. Saddle up. Ride. It doesn’t even matter which direction I head.
I posted an entry here a few days imploring people to just ride. I don’t want anyone to wait for a bike lane or trail that might never get built before they get on a bike. The same goes for the weather. Some days are perfect. Other days are magical. I never know which I’ll get until I head out. Once I do, I just need to keep turning the crank until it comes. It will. It always does.
When I was new at this, I twisted myself in knots trying to figure out what it was about the bike that was so unique and special. These days, I don’t really think about it at all. I no longer need to know why. It’s enough just to know that it is what it is.
Some of you who have been along on this journey for awhile have probably figured out that this blog isn’t really about bikes. It’s about something much bigger and much more important. The bike is just the vessel. If I ever figure it all out, I’ll let you in on it. If you figure it out first, please do the same with me. In the meantime, let’s just ride.