A commute that used to take ninety minutes now requires almost two hours. That’s close to another hour in the saddle a day, which means that many more opportunities to turn the pedals and admire the natural world.
Or when out with the bike gang of Thursday night in late summer, you get to take enough time longer to arrive at the chosen destination that not only are you able to enjoy your own leisurely pace throughout, it’s also the case that the fire is already blazing by the time you get there.
It’s no doubt just a matter of time before your lack of alacrity requires the remedy of an electric motor, but that eventuality is to be postponed for as long as possible, knowing, of course, that once it’s availed of, there’s no turning back. However, it is a good piece of advice, courtesy of the child friends’ friends, that one should reserve the motorized cycle for the onerous tasks, thereby providing less incentive to “flatten the hills,” as it’s often put.
As long as you know where the group is headed, you’re never really lost; you’re just on your way to being there. And if this entails an interim stop at the home of departing old friends, so much the better. You’re not in a rush if you’re not in a rush and if the journey is the destination, then you’ve always arrived.
As the dog days of August come to a close, you want to squeeze all of the last remaining nectar out of summer in every way possible. That means you never pass up an opportunity to swim nor a chance to do the crazy old man dance around the fire.
There are probably things burned that don’t need to be burned, but if that slows down departure, why not?
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