Thursday, January 29, 2009
Joy on Two Wheels
South Pasadena streets accommodate a fair share of cyclists -- from casual riders pedaling old beach cruisers to competitive athletes whizzing down El Centro toward the Arroyo. (I fall squarely into the former category. My husband is closer to the latter.) H.G. Wells once wrote that after cycling, "One dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow." I think he summed it up best when he said, "Cycle tracks will abound in Utopia." Indeed! Think there is no such thing as a free ride? Just hop on a bike. No other form of transportation feels quite as unencumbered. Or liberating.
And on a very personal note: Happy birthday, Groom! Here's to a year of wind at our backs in our own little Utopia...