Category: cycling

inside the mind of a lone cyclist

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I set out to ride thirty miles alone

I give a solidarity wave to the construction workers picket line 

Outside a new tower where the condos start at $2M

It feels good when the striker smiles and waves back at me

Soon I am whizzing down Tigertail

Taking great care as cars pass too close by me

I will not risk passing inside the stopped car ahead

Sure enough he turns right without using his turn signal

The traffic gets lighter towards the end of Tigertail

I gaze at the beautiful peacocks roaming around

Wondering if they scratched any expensive parked cars

They are the kings of the street hooligan bird gangs

Its time for a short sprint along Bayshore Drive

Slowing down as I enter Alice Wainwright Park

Lots of cute young mothers with babies and toddlers

I think back those distant happy days of taking my young kids to the park

Time to pick up speed on Rickenbacker causeway

The spectacular Miami skyline always takes my breath away

I tell myself to stay focused and pedal hard

The bronzed bikini babes on the nearby beach steal my gaze

Now I attack the very steep long climb over the bridge

My legs will ache and my heart will race before the top

I tell myself to push hard stay focussed on the ascent

Trying not to be distracted by the supermodel lycra clad joggers on the path

A short rest coasting down the hill at 39mph

My bike computer flashes drink time

I am not thirsty but decide to obey her orders

I miss chatting to my biking companion Randy

I hope he comes back from his business trip soon

Now turning onto Virginia Key with a welcome rest stop ahead

15 miles into the ride my full bladder is screaming at me

I visit the well maintained restroom and step outside a lot lighter

I take a photo of my parked bike

Ensuring the sun sea and sand are all in the shot

Is it so wrong to gloat to my friends wintering in their cold northern lands

I mischievously hit the send text button without feeling any guilt

One more loop towards the village of Key Biscayne

Passing slower bikers who look at me with disdain

Slow moving traffic is ridiculed by my 22 mph drive by

The drivers are annoyed when I weave through their stationary cars

Another loop back to Virginia Key

Gawking at a photo shoot with supermodels on the beach

I pretend not to look at them

They pretend not to look back at me

The photographer clicks away with abandon

Time to head home faster with a welcome tailwind

Checking my rising heart rate on the computer as I climb the bridge

I decide to ignore my maximum heart rate warning

I wish I was young again

I take the underpass at the end of the causeway

Passing a homeless man sleeping under the bridge

Cursing myself for not stopping to give him some money

He gazes at me as I ride by

I sip on my hydrating electrolyte drink while his belly is probably empty

Why is it that some folks are unable to put a roof over their head

I reach home and the end of my ride

I am tired and sweaty but strangely sad that its over

Looking forward to my next adrenaline fix tomorrow

Hopefully my cycling friends will join me on my next ride

Alone and dripping in the elevator I realize how badly I need to shower

Fortunately nobody else steps into the elevator

My life is split into two distinct parts

I ride and I sweat

I think then I write

Nothing else matters

When I ride my bike

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When I ride my bike

I can taste the wind

The scenery is closer

Animals are all around

When I ride my bike

Passing cyclists smile

I am energized 

I feel sorry for motorists

When I ride my bike

Time goes slower

Pedestrians say hello

I love cycling

When I ride my bike

My computer talks to me

Tells me when to eat and drink

Shows me how fast I am going

When I ride my bike

Sometimes I get a puncture

But I carry tools and spares

Soon I get going again

When I ride my bike

I wear a tight cycling jersey

Its full of logos and bright colors

I pretend it helps me go faster

When I ride my bike

I have flashing lights front and back

To warn motorists of my presence

But they still try to run me over

When I ride my bike

Flies crash into my face

Occasionally I swallow one

They don’t taste good

Tour de France ghost rider

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The middle aged man walks the halls in banner painted lycra

Wheeling his bright red bicycle to the elevator

His clumpy cleated shoes tap dance on the tiled floor

Announcing his presence loudly

waiting for the elevator

Leaning on his two wheeled walking stick

This handicapped walker is like a fish out of water

Speeding downward in the elevator

Emerging at ground level into the parking lot

Checking his back pocket for keys and sugar laden snacks

A strong leg is thrown over the cross bar

Straddling the tamed beast for a ceremonial moment

Adjusting the visor on his helmeted head

Cranking the left pedal backwards

Until his foot is near the ground

A resounding click welds his shoe to the pedal

A slight backward crank primes his muscles for takeoff

The beast lunches forward as his right shoe clicks in

Man and bicycle are now welded together in unison

Hands push down on the odd shaped bars

Palms resting on the hoods of the infrequently used brake levers

Padded shorts rise skyward to meet the ridiculously high razor blade seat

Arms stretched out into the wind

A small computer on the handlebar displays his progress

Speed and heart rate rise in unison

While pedal rpms stay constant

Gear changes are fully electronic on this high tech machine

Every nut and bolt has been trimmed for weight

The featherlight carbon fibre frame mimics airplane wings

Slipping through the reluctant air softly

The middle aged man flies low at 25mph

His skin tight costume refuses to flap in the wind

It will be a short 30 mile ride today

The computer reminds him to hydrate every 15 minutes

And to eat something every hour

He obeys all the computer commands

Resembling an android caught up in an exercise video

At the end of the ride he hits finish on the bike computer

Now back in control of his own life he sighs in relief

The sweaty middle aged man walks back along the halls

Dripping perspiration along the corridor

Passing residents nod either in admiration or disapproval

Upon arrival back home he consults his home computer

Which has monitored every parameter of his ride

Via a link to his bike computer

It tells him is effort level is way too low

He needs to pedal harder and longer

He nods in acceptance of the computer instructions

Lycra goes in the washing machine for a tumble

While he naps and dreams of riding in the Tour de France

His computer wakes him up

He briefly questions why he rides this bike at all

The home computer reminds him he must try harder tomorrow 

He has had enough

The hammer pounds the home computer

Leaving debris allover the floor

Its a short walk to his beloved bike

The bike computer is switched off

Saved from the fate of the hammer

The next day

The middle aged man walks the halls in banner painted lycra

Wheeling his bright red bicycle to the elevator

He rides his usual path without data reporting instruments

Riding the rest of the day at his own pace

Stopping for lunch by a river

Dropping his bike computer into the deep water

Freedom at last

Coming home alone

No computer to interrogate him

No data analysis

No speed, cadence, distance, power and heart rate tracking

From now on its just him and his bike on the open road

Back to old school cycling

No more data driven decisions

Riding by instinct from now on

He rides in the Tour de France nightly in his dreams

The other riders are in awe of his riding style

As he speeds up the mountain

Leaving them for dust

They all ask their computers for instructions to catch him up

But their computers have no answers

They do not know how to compete with a non-data driven human

The middle aged ghost rider wins the Tour de France nightly

Enjoy the ride

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sometimes life is like being a tightrope

a constant battle to balance everything

one slip and you face eternal doom

however many careful steps you make

you can never seem to get beyond the middle of the rope

the end is in sight but you just cannot get there

you might see carefree people dancing on their rope

others walk their rope with eyes closed oblivious of the dangers below

when something makes you lean over to one side

it takes enormous strength to keep yourself upright

if you can find your equilibrium its an easy journey

so what is the secret to keeping everything balanced

you would not choose to ride a bicycle carrying a heavy bag in one hand

wearing a back pack will help keep you balanced as you pedal

riding uphill is less effort if you discard all those unnecessary items

so think carefully before taking on any new tasks or burdens

when you do take on a burden keep it well balanced

celebrate the gift of riding your bicycle along the tightrope of your life

enjoy the ride and marvel at the beautiful scenery along the way

another day another ride

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A middle aged man in banner painted lycra walks the halls

Wheeling his bright red bicycle to the elevator

His lumpy cleated shoes tap dance 

Announcing his presence loudly

He leans on his two wheel walking stick

This crazy walker is like a fish out of water

Speeding downward in the elevator

Emerging at ground level into the parking lot

Anti covid mask is bagged and stashed into a back pocket

Nestling with keys and sugar laden snacks

A strong leg is thrown over the cross bar

Straddling the tamed beast for a ceremonial moment

Adjusting the visor on his helmeted head

Cranking the left pedal backwards

Till his foot is near the ground

A resounding click welds his shoe to the pedal

A slight crank primes his muscles for takeoff

Man and bicycle are now welded together

The beast lurches forward as his right shoe clicks in

Hands push down on the odd shaped bars

Palms resting on the hoods of the infrequently used brake levers

Padded shorts rise skyward to meet the ridiculously high razorblade seat

Arms stretched out into the wind

A small computer on the handlebar displays his progress

Speed and heart rate rise in unison

Whilst pedal rpms stay constant

Gear changes are fully electronic on this high tech machine

The skin tight costume refuses to flap in the wind

Every nut and bolt on his bike has been trimmed for weight

The featherlight carbon fibre frame mimics airplane wings

Slipping through the reluctant air softly

The middle aged man flies low at 25mph

It will be a short 30 mile ride today

The computer reminds him to hydrate every 15 minutes

He pedals hard up the bridge to Key Biscayne

Rolling back down at 40mph

He meets a group to ride in formation

Pulling hard at the front for a mile

Before dropping to the back for a tow

He takes a rest stop at Virginia Key beach

A long gulp of coconut water washes down the sugary energy gel

Snapping a photo of his ride to share with his friends in the frozen north

One more loop with the group at maximum effort

Then its a gentle cruise back home

Click clack down the halls of the high rise

Wheeling his red machine back to his condo

The beast rests while he showers and recuperates

Another day another ride