The echoes of summer rides have dimmed. Autumn clouds jostle the sun for room in the sky. The daily grind has taken over where road trips ruled the week. Spare time has become family time. One week after another our bikes sit, waiting for a rare moment of play time. When it comes, it’s brief but sometimes any ride will do.
The gravel path, unlike life, is obstacle free. We roll unfettered, moving at our pace. Each turn of the pedal pushes away the angst. The sea air refreshes the mind, the spinning soothes the soul. The short loop or the long route, it doesn’t matter. We let ourselves be and roam with the wind and the birds.
Hard gravel turns in to spongy deep grass. Easy, meandering pedaling becomes focused. Hidden logs and knob-sucking ground are relentless. Each pedal stroke moves us forward slow and steady. Smiles greet the end of the path. What became hard was manageable one turn at a time. A new perspective is born in the saddle.