Mid-Life Cycling

Mid-Life Cycling

13 March 2011

The Gates To The Seasons

Today I took out Tosca for the first time since the week before Christmas.  In fact, this is the first time any of my Mercians have been out since then.


At Alley Pond Park, we got an interesting welcome:




The "gate" is in Alley Pond Park, near the Queens-Nassau line.  I hadn't been there in a long time.   In fact, the last time I was there, I was on a mountain bike.  So were the three guys who were riding with me.


We didn't need--or, in my case, want--an open gate or door. We used to feel more drawn to entrances like this one:




We were young.  They were guys; I was living as one--and trying desperately to show that I was one of them.  We wouldn't talk about the signs of spring we saw or felt; the seasons didn't really matter.  Nor did the quality of the light.  Actually, I cared about that and other things I didn't talk about then.  




At the end of the day, there was the day's ride and the bike.  Some things don't change.  In fact, even though I'm not and probably will never be in the kind of shape I was in back then, some things are better.  That includes the ride and the bike.


Each of them has brought me to the gates of a new season.

6 comments:

  1. Thank you, Big Oak. And the same to you!

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  2. Oh, glorious! It's melting snow and mud here, so those entwined trees look so inviting!

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  3. Cherilyn: I'll send our weather your way. We don't have any more melting snow, but we do have plenty of mud!

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