The best. This superlative gets tossed about plenty. Best EVER! Best performance. Best movie. Best book. Best blog. Or how about this one? Best man.
When riding a bike, best has moments of glory. Tonight, I experienced a few bests. Perhaps you’ll see some of your best cycling experiences in these as well. The best hill is the one you just crested. The best water is the cold bottle or glass you down pro-style after the ride is over and sweat pours out of your head. The best road is the one before you that invites you to go farther. The best shift is the one so easy, you didn’t feel a thing. The best bike is a no-brainer. It’s the one you’re riding. The best ride? The one just completed.
Every ride gives you something to remember, to cherish, to savor. Tomorrow’s another day, a chance to bring out some of your best. Do it in all facets of your life, including the bike, no matter where. No matter when.
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Very well put. Cycling simply is “The Best”.
Everytime I read one of your posts I say to myself: “this one’s the best!”
So many images in your writing; poetry to my ears.
Mari-jo (@marijolamarche)
I’ve been thinking lately about biking as a metaphor for learning and change. Your post is a great help in exploring this… really enjoyed it.
Every night I put the kid to sleep I ask him, “what was the best part of your day?” The responses are everywhere, but interesting. I like to think this sends him off to sleep thinking about the good things as opposed to the name calling at daycare or the girl who punched him in the face.
The best is yet to come.