“Oh, I can’t explain why I like riding so immensely. It is like surrendering a part of yourself to the world. I have grown to love the open road. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to me. When I ride out of town, I may tell people where I am going, but I may find myself meandering along a back road. When I lose myself in the winding wilderness, rounding each curve in the road, I give praise to God for my simple pleasures bestowed upon me. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of happiness into one’s life. I suppose some of you cagers would think of me as awfully foolish about it, but I assure you, I’m not the only biker to feel this way.
I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life on two wheels absolutely amazing for both of us. When we meet at a light we do exchange a quick chat, where will we dine together, or get fuel —then the light changes. My husband is very good at riding —much better, in fact, than I am. I never had a bike growing up. But now, I wish I had the opportunity back then. The door that led me to the pavement, now beckons me to the dirt roads.
Being flexible on the bike is simply a natural pose, and the most difficult pose I know. I position myself on the seat and together the bike and I become one, only to stand in the middle of the uneven earth below. The sunlight slips over the polished leaves of trees that marks the edge of the pathway. In the grass, white daisies were tremulous. Keeping my eyes fixed ahead, and not on the ground below. I navigate through the obstacles back to safety once more!
Wrights On A Mission 