Just a bunch of kids on bikes
I love this sport.
This whole cycling thing.
And there's lots of reasons why.
There are many amazingly wonderful, unique, quirky, kooky, fantastic people that I have met through riding. And there is no way in the world, that without cycling, I would have ever met those people. Our lives, outside of cycling, are otherwise so different. Were it not for our love of pedaling on two wheels, our paths would have never crossed.
And so, my world of friends, is richer in texture, because I ride a bike.
Last night, I got to see my longtime riding bud, Kenny, play a short gig of his Basement 3 work. I have known Kenny for, oh...how long Kenny? 5 years? (Holy crap really?) And last night was the first time I have seen him, not as Kenny my crazy singlespeeding pal who makes me do silly things, but as Kenny the musician. The fiercely talented, complex, lyrical musician. What a treat.
I love meeting people on bikes. And for a time, knowing them simply as the person I ride bikes with. Like kids, playing, no need for formal introductions, just ride. And then, learning about who they are and what they do and what they think and what they dream.
And then to go back and ride bikes some more.