zunkus

To start things off I'm divided in half. I really enjoy solitary riding to work during the week. Maybe it's the romantic image of the lone rider, solitary knight, a man on a mission. Maybe the time alone to reflect on problems, a valve to the everyday pressures when you mix marriage, jobs and children. Where better to escape than to a world where speach is redundant and your concentration is pitched high enough to blot out everything but the bike and the surrounding environment? Then it's good to be alone.

Come Sunday it's nice to communicate with like minded people though. Nice to find friends who have become next to relatives waiting for you at the usual meet. Nice cold beer in hand discussing if what Joe did to his bike makes sense or looks cool. Nice to ride back home amongst a dozen bikes or more at a modest pace, owning the road and playing race and catch-up without wanting to be a swat and leave the group behind.