It's a funny thing about bikes. One moment you're riding along, dodging buses and construction debris left in the street. The next moment you're ruminating on life's little intricacies.
I was riding alone tonight, in a light rain, on my way to meet my daughter for dinner. I was thinking about just how much I love my commuter, which led into thinking about just how much I love my BMC, and of course, my Blur LT. I tried to pick a favorite bike and I couldn't. The commuter is like the cute girl at the skate park in Dickies; the BMC a saucy little minx in a fishnets, drinking a coffee; the Blur LT the rough and tumble girl next door - the happy one, with the skinned knees. They're all great bikes, perfect, really. I love them all equally.
And there it was. The epiphany! I finally understood people who have multiple children! I've never bought into the theory that people love their children equally. I love my singular child so damn much. I always worried that if I had another one I'd love them a little less. Secretly.
But I get it now. Equally.
Just another little epiphany brought to you by the letters B - I - K and E.
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