I'm Going Joywriting

Dusting off the bike after a long cold winter.

You pull it out of the shed, jiggle the arms a little, dust off the seat with your hand.
The seat still feels cold. Hard.
The cushion feels more like a rock then a support.
You push it to the sidewalk. Take a gander at the chain.
You squeeze the brake handles.

You don't grease the gears or adjust the spokes.
You don't read a "How To...." book on bike riding.
You don't stretch your legs or go through hand signals in your mind.

You just hop on and you start pedaling.

Because its your bike.
You know how to ride it.
You have been on many a journey together.
Ups and downs.
Breakdowns and Shake-downs.
You battled terrain, weather, and even the occassional drunk riding excursion.
Nonetheless...

Your bike is a part of you.
It makes you feel youthful and it makes you feel free.
No matter how long you have let it sit there intentionally or unintentionally...
You know what you're doing as soon as you hop on.
All those feelings and all those actions come back to you immediately.

Let's Ride....