I have biked nearly every day for the past 6 months. (except last couple weeks -weather ) I always ride out into the country somewhere where I get away from it all, but i also am usually riding pretty fast and looking for a good work out so I rarely if ever stop.
This has me thinking. I must be missing something. Some rides i just find myself staring over the handlebars and pedaling fast for an hour solid. Isn't something missing here?
I met a guy out on the trail awhile back that was on an old lightspeed MTB. The bike looked like it had been around the world and back and was anything but impressive. The pump was strapped on with an old weathered belt and the paint was an old, tired faded gray. The rider had a long gray beard (sort of zz top like) with a weathered face. His legs looked like chiseled granite from years of riding.
I flew by him on the trail and then passed him again on the way back. I decided to stop and visit with him this time because he seemed intriguing. He proceeded to tell me that he rides every day, at least twice and has done so for nearly 30 years. He was from the SW and was in town visiting relatives. He explained to me how biking was much cheaper than a psychiatrist and that he no longer felt the need to go fast any more.
After our visit, I headed off on my bike but somehow couldn't put him out of my mind. He seemed to be getting something out of his ride that I wasn't. Perhaps it is like the old expression, "life is a journey, not a destination." I don't want to spend anymore time worrying about how fast I rode, or stressing if i don't get to ride one day or the other. I plan to try and enjoy the ride more, perhaps parking the bike a time or two to get off and explore the surroundings from time to time.