Don't know where this will go, but.....
I know quite a few bicyclists and it occurred to me that a few of them seem to do the many miles at the expense of home upkeep, relationships, job, and other life's responsibilities. All the while, I know many others that do the rest of their lives THEN seem to get in the necessary miles and bicycle enjoyment.
Although my wife doesn't ride like I do (150 miles weekly for me), she supports my passion. I can't help but think that her support is partly due to me "getting things done" around the house prior to my rides. I'm thinking out loud here but, I enjoy pounding down the highway so much more when most of the "ducks are in a row" at home. Of course, others' choices are none of my business but I wonder, is this a state of mind others experience or should this question fall, without comment, into the back pages of the Forum?
Cycling is a Very Green Thing...
As a little boy, I remember washing my bicycle, wiping it off, oiling the chain, and making sure it was always kept in tip top shape. At night, it was always securely found safe at my side, right next to my bed. I pretty much took care of everything that really meant anything to me, that I considered to be of genuine value. This included my trusty BB gun and my Boy Scout's pocket knife.
I also, remember my mom constantly nagging me about making my bed, placing my dirty clothes in the hamper, instead of everywhere else I could possibly place them. She was forever reminding me about returning my dishware to the kitchen and washing those much dreaded dishes. There was also the eternally present garbage that had to be taken out to the garbage cans, way out there, next to the garage, almost a whole thirty feet away from the house. It seems to me, that none of that stuff was ever much fun. It still isn't!
It's just that now, I'm an adult and I'm better able at suffering the small interruptions of my personal fun for the maintenance of better hygiene and the improvement of the environment.
As a child, I had a whole different concept of the word "green". I usually associated that color with stains, strange-looking growths formed on a dish underneath my bed, or perhaps, the color of gas escaping from my hi-top sneakers.
It's such a pain growing up and taking on greater responsibilities. However, it had to be done. If for no other reason than to discover a different concept of that precious little word, "green".
- Slim :)