The cyclist's transitory path
A compass may guide him on a northbound journey, wheels may fly him down valleys and mountains, muscles bulging out beneath sweat-soaked skin may aid him on his way, but they only take him so far- his mind must do the rest. Nestled away in that hazy purgatory lying somewhere between serenity and exhaustion is the cyclist’s mind, an enigmatic fortress of determination.
The milkman on his morning rounds, the cherry tree’s proud blossoms, summer’s weary sunflowers, autumnal leaves beneath the wheel, a smiling man of snow and a baker on a homeward journey- a secret spectator to all things fleeting, our fair cyclist soundlessly rides on; little does he realise, he is but as transient as the world he silently witnesses. His toes are nimble, his calves are large, his eye is sharp; a vagabond on wheels, appreciate him while you can- a gentle nod or a knowing wave as he flies past your doorstep with one eye on the future and one eye on the past.
Bearing the brunt of road rage and frequently finding themselves motorists’ scapegoat of choice for transport delays and traffic congestion– should we be more appreciative of cyclists? A fateful picture of doping and traffic accidents or a flourishing beacon of environmental awareness and international sporting excellence- is cycling a dying art or a ray of hope? Does biking really promote environmental protection? Are we really wise to extol the benefits of cycling?
Want to discover more about the beauty of biking across the universe? Have a read of The beauty of cycling, Love thy bike, Beauty ‘n’ the bikes, Back alley bikes, Bike Potatoes and The joy of cycling.
- Cycling minister calls for more ‘everyday’ riders (theguardian.com)
- A Brief History Of Bike Superhighways (fastcodesign.com)
- Give cyclists the space they need (telegraph.co.uk)