I know I am supposed to say that being able to ride again has made me over-the-moon happy, that the wait and the loss and the fears of never being able to ride again, made this ride taste the sweetest of all. But, time doesnt seem to work like that. After a year off the bike, it just felt like getting on a bike and riding, like always. Like time past never happened. I didn't feel rusty, I didn't feel any epiphany either, I just felt a vague frustration/confusion as to why I am so weak...? (Obviously, I logically know why, but the instinctive, childish, feeling part of the brain that always engages in bike riding didn't seem to quite get it).
Anyway, I'm happy. I'm always happy to be riding a bike. But it's just left me wanting more. Like always. It's just the same old, same old. Riding bikes we go. Loving it we do. Wanting more we chase. It keeps us coming back and washes away the past. .