Cycling as addiction

This thought can't be original.

I ended up going riding after my whiny post yesterday. About 35 miles in the general direction of and around Redmond. Meh was no longer the word of the day. Legs felt snappy. Life was good.

Soo took the kids riding today. She towed Bree in the trailer while Chris rode his new used bike. He got a schwinn bmx thingy with gears and brakes. Scared the shit out of him until he got used to the brakes. Today he wanted to go ride bikes.

Brainwashing. Start early.

My riding today consisted of a beer run down to central market. Praise the Carradice Super C and pass the beer. But after yesterday's ride, a little recovery was good. I spent part of today following up on job interviews and trying to find more.

Then I ogled pictures of Xtracycles. Still don't have one yet. But the Dear Wife now believes it is an important piece of gear for me to have. Now all I need is the money...

So I'm riding back with a large saddle bag full of beer and Adam Ant in the headphones and I got to thinking.

I remember back when I got my license. That was cool, but it doesn't quite match up to the feeling of that first time you grasp how cool it is to have a bike and all the freedom that comes with it. It might be that the bike generally comes before the bike becomes before the DL, so you are younger and all that.

However, I also remember how Soo acted when she first brought her Rodriguez home and commenced to riding a bike that fit her properly. A minor life altering moment, but a mind altering moment nonetheless.

Drug addicts talk about the virgin high. Maybe there is such a thing in cycling.