Saturday began as a rainy mess. I ventured outside on foot for lunch and a chai latte, but scurried back inside to read all day. Suddenly, at 5 o’clock in the evening, sun began pouring through my living room window. This change in scenery demanded a sunset bike ride. As quickly as I could swap my lounging attire for a spring dress and grab my cameras, I was on Betty headed for the lakefront.
Two hours later, I was back on the couch for dinner and a Netflix movie, feeling much rejuvenated.
You’d think that after riding my bike to and from work every day, I might get tired of cycling. Yet I savor the weekends for the time it allows me to ride my bike. I can’t explain why, but I never get enough of my bike.
Anyone else constantly turn to your bike for amusement, even after a full week’s commute?
p.s. To the girl who rode by and said, “Let’s Go Ride a Bike!” – Hello! In the second before you called out, I was thinking, “What a pretty girl on her bike.”