Do you ride to go places? Or, do you go places to ride?
Those questions came to mind when, on my way to work, I saw the gull in the photo circling across an inlet from the World's Fair Marina. That bird had about as un-picturesque a view as any could have: Between the Home Depot and the orange-and-white "silo" are auto-body shops, a cement factory, scrap-metal yards and some warehouses, punctuated by garbage dumps. Yet that bird was flying because it needed to and because he/she probably found plenty to eat.
Of course, when we are riding to work, we have a very speicific destination in mind. And some of our other rides are like that. But much of the time, when I'm on my bike, I don't care that much about where I'm riding: I am happy simply to be in the saddle. Interestingly, today I felt that way for at least part of my commute.
I think Vera was rather enjoying it, too.
Those questions came to mind when, on my way to work, I saw the gull in the photo circling across an inlet from the World's Fair Marina. That bird had about as un-picturesque a view as any could have: Between the Home Depot and the orange-and-white "silo" are auto-body shops, a cement factory, scrap-metal yards and some warehouses, punctuated by garbage dumps. Yet that bird was flying because it needed to and because he/she probably found plenty to eat.
Of course, when we are riding to work, we have a very speicific destination in mind. And some of our other rides are like that. But much of the time, when I'm on my bike, I don't care that much about where I'm riding: I am happy simply to be in the saddle. Interestingly, today I felt that way for at least part of my commute.
I think Vera was rather enjoying it, too.
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