a couple weeks ago, someone asked why he liked riding bikes. I told him he was a dog. Dogs like to go fast, he likes to go fast. Dogs like to run in packs, we call them pacelines. As a former hiker and backpacker, I have to disagree. Dogs stick to their territory; we don't. If I could still hike, I would. If I had to chose between hiking and cycling; I would take hiking.
I love cycling, but there are a few things I miss. I miss watching the sun come up from the top of a mountain, with fresh brewed gourmet coffee in hand. I miss the feeling of accomplishment when I get to the top of a rugged climb. I miss the eloquent quiet of Nature, a quiet you only find miles from the road. And I miss the way food tastes when you have burned 8,000 calories in a day; and the way you can eat with utter abandon. I miss it all.