Slow Riding

Most riding I've done over the past five years has been focused on training -- speed, comparisons, endurance, effort, and all the mental games that go into seeking improvement. At the end of this summer, I began craving the simpler rewards of cycling, the engagement of all five senses and the relaxation of having a day before you, two wheels to carry you, and nothing but improv as a result. Luckily, my wife had been cycling a fair amount this year and last, and was also interested in getting away on two wheels under our own power. And so we went on our brief but wonderful slow cycling adventure.

The weather cooperated, and we had a stupendous weekend cycling around a local haunt, visiting areas we had never seen together and enjoying the days tremendously. We were like two buddies cycling, joshing each other, sharing stories and observations, and attending to cycling courtesies.

Payoff for me arrived when my wife observed that cycling was definitely the best way to travel because the pace is human, you are part of the environment, and you experience everything. Eureka! Once again, the magic of traveling by bicycle had converted another person!

One road in particular, on the second morning, will remain embossed in our memories. The grade was gentle, the pavement clean and smooth, the breezes light, and the air cool and fresh. Occasionally, a pasture of vibrant green would open to either side, or a jolly wall of mossy stone would shoulder us along. Above us, intertwined branches arched a ceiling of comforting complexity. And through this, we pedaled, our tires whispering against the road and our voices pitched warmly toward one another.

As we rode along, more slowly for me than normal, I found myself in a dreamlike setting with my true love. There is nothing better. I had not found my top speed, but I had found the perfect speed.