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Wednesday, February 24, 2021
I’ve been in my head a whole lot lately. Not anxious or depressed. Consumed with personal projects that I am very excited about. Inspired. And a bit overwhelmed all at the same time. I really need this Sunday solo ride. Perfectly clear morning. Intense deep blue skies. The brightest of suns making the snow sparkle like stars on a clear night. The crisp cold air, so very thin, highlighting every single thing around me. Impossible to ignore. Almost as if I’m watching a revolutionary 3D production. A few inches of fresh snow yesterday, just enough to cover the trail, creating ideal fat bike conditions. Climactic even. As far as Canadian winter days go, it doesn’t get any better than this. Pedaling into this silence, I feel the intoxicated voices in my head slowly calm down. Not really hushed. Simply lulled to sleep. Just the sound of my breath and the crunch of my tires on the packed snow. Riding back along the riverfront trail, I notice a stamped path leading out towards the lake. I turn into it. The vastness of the frozen open space calling me. I can’t resist. Last night’s snow has covered this man-made rink. Too much to play hockey on. The perfect amount to pedal on. My fat studded tires digging through the light white fluff, biting into the ice below. Out in the open, I feel so small. Insignificant. In a good way. My being here showing me my place in this world. I’m but such a tiny part of it. Trivial. Unimportant. Welcoming the boundless spaciousness surrounding me, my mind suddenly becomes speechless. Nothing left. My inner void shining under the strengthening sun gently punching me from up above. I take a deep breath and salute this winter’s peak.
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Bicycles. They mean so many different things to different people. For some, bikes are a means of transportation, comfortably carrying them from point A to point B. For some, bikes are speed machines, tools that enable them to push and surpass their own limits. For others, bikes are toys, pieces of art or simply exercise apparatuses. Bikes have been all of these things for me at different points in my life. What started as a childhood fascination has ingrained itself into my soul. That feeling of the human body and machine working together in perfect harmony. Feet turning these pedals. Hands hugging these bars. Buttocks resting on this saddle. After all these years, why do I still ride? I’ve thought about this often. And my reason has definitely evolved as I age. One thing that hasn’t is how my bike brings me closer to the land. Inspiring me to feel it. Smell it. Hear it. Taste it. Even as a kid, ripping around on my BMX, I knew every sidewalk lip, every dirt jump, every hidden landscape gem around town. My world. Building jumps. Getting dirty. Endlessly exploring. Grounding. Re-connecting with mother earth. These roots run deep. Even in the dead of winter, these fat studded tires still bring me back home. What are your reasons to ride? Bicycles.