I was pretty much car-less during the blogging break and returned to cycling after years and years of being away from it.
It has been stunning to find that while distance may be far more restricted on a bike, one’s senses are much more active.
It’s hard to beat the sensation of freewheeling out along the Cliff Road here in Tramore with the sea breeze kissing one’s face; the warm embrace of the scent of the dazzling gorse; snippets of conversations of couples walking; the singing of the birds as they watch from their chosen perches …..
Every journey on the bike brings back memories of other times: Mother waiting at the school gate when I was in Junior Infants and wheeling me home on her big black bicycle that she’d had since she was a teenager; Dad regaling us all with his party trick of cycling backwards; the journey to and from school in Drogheda on my natty blue bike with the little wheels and big basket; hot Summer cycles with my big brother when we’d invariably find a forbidden river, lake or beach in which to take a cooling dip; pedalling home at all hours during College
days nights in Dublin …..
More than anything, the bicycle has re-alerted me to the ups and downs of life; and the importance of forward momentum!