Lucky to Be
Today I wasn't fluid. I wasn't able to get in exactly the right gear, traffic was dense and I wasn't able to hold my lines, or my speed. Worst, there was a baseball game downtown, near my office, and like a moth to flame thousands of bad drivers swerved slowly toward the stadium, in my way, new to the neighborhood, jockying for their $20 parking spot. I'm sure some of them had bikes at home, that they were the people that ride with shorts, loafers and flame half helmets on Sunday afternoons. Most important, over all my inability to mesh with the machine and the traffic, I was excited. Everyday I get excited about my ride. It's good to ride.