IF THERE’S PERFECT WEATHER IN THE FOREST AND THERE’S NO ONE THERE, DID IT HAPPEN?
Yesterday was as perfect a cycling day as I’ve ever felt and yet, the trails were nearly empty. The weather actually had me hoping I’d run into lots of other cyclists just so we could share that shallow but lovely bonding phrase “Man, perfect weather today, isn’t it?”
We are very different from surfers.
Surfing is, for obvious reasons, very reliant on the whims of the earth and ocean. Therefore they are more “in touch” with Mother Nature. If she’s not in the mood, you ain’t gonna get your kicks.
Cyclists sometimes feel braver if we go out despite Mother Nature’s warnings. We feel like “hard men.”
I get it. I fall into that far too often.
But conversely, when the weather is as mightily glorious as it was - 70 degrees with brisk little breezes and bright white clouds in a Dodger blue sky - it should draw out everyone with any kind of bike.
But it didn’t. And it felt wrong.
So it was just me out there, looking for anyone or anything to share the day with. So that’s why I’m turning to you.
Perfect weather, isn’t it?
Yeah, it’s not the same.