…it’s exactly the right pace for a human to travel.
I was sent this beautiful quote from my client at work today. Quite simply the best definition of cycling I’ve ever read I think. I’m buying the book for sure. Somehow it manages to describe the joy in all the riding I do, from commuting to mountain biking.
It makes previously unknown districts more accessible and familiar ones more difficult. It reinvents familiar geography, opens up towpaths or riverbanks or favoured rat runs across town. It offers the little tremor of happiness from bending urban by-laws back to suit the individual, and the constant delight in going straight to the front of the queue. It allows one to feel smooth and charged and graceful in a world full of blocks and obstructions. It has the peculiar attraction of being healthy, dirty and risky all at once. It offers the interesting discovery that getting to and from work need not mean the abandonment of sanity. It can be companionable or solitary, competitive or amicable. And, like the horse or the sailboat, it feels somehow as if it’s exactly the right pace for a human to travel.
The Bicycle Book’ by Bella Bathurst.
I can’t wait to get back on mine that’s for sure. Just as soon as this back heals up.