Hittin' the Road

It is that time of year again. Dusting off those stiff carbon soled shoes that have laid dormant all winter and getting those hairy legs under control so one can be a respectably lycra clad member of society. The grind of the road begins to play through my head, and it seems to be a constant battle. Wind, dogs, flat tires, angry motorists all of the amazing attributes that come with riding on the road. But as Ernest Hemingway famously said "it is by riding a bicycle you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them." No other invention has come close to offering such simplistic yet amazing experience transportation wise. Bicycles range from something collecting dust in a garage, a sleek racing machine meticulously maintained, a cornerstone in the developing world to serve as a transport for goods and people, or something people collect and neglect. One cannot deny the impact a bicycle has on everyone. Those of us who ride every single day and those who ride once a year have the same primordial glee when coasting down a hill. Respect the gravity of this simple machine and get out there and ride that thing.