Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.
Reasons I like biking alone:
- I get to do whatever I want.
Reasons I like biking with other people:
- Somebody to be company on the long miles.
- Somebody to help if I get a flat.
- Somebody to help if we get lost.
- Somebody to help pull when I get tired.
- Somebody to motivate me to finish.
Pretty easy arithmetic there, huh? However, despite this arithmetic, I ended up riding by myself today. Name a hill in the Kirkland/Kenmore/Woodinville region; I rode up it. Sometimes twice. I stopped only at stoplights, ate as I rode, and went my own pace up and down the hills. No waiting, no pausing, no worrying about getting left behind or leaving behind. But you know, it just didn’t feel as fun somehow, not having somebody besides Fast Bike to share those 45 miles with.
Not that Fast Bike wasn’t good company. She was awesome — swift starting from a stop, responsive in handling, zippy up hills, smooth on rough roads. The Dura-Ace components were noticeably crisp shifting. She does need a tune-up — the braking isn’t what it should be — but dang. That’s some bike. As I powered up Seminary Hill, I wondered to myself: “Why didn’t I do this a long time ago?” Riding Fast Bike transformed my ride from a workout to a delight. Now, though, I feel like I have some obligation to Fast Bike to, well, go fast. Tough job. After I got home and had a chance to look at Fast Bike, I made a new rule: No riding Fast Bike when the roads are wet. The filth! On me! On the bike! Everywhere! I’d forgotten what fenders do towards keeping a bike clean. Now I remember.
All that said, I still wouldn’t have minded riding with a real person. You can’t really have much of a conversation, between the wind noise on downhills and working hard on uphills, but just having company is its own reward.
On an entirely separate note, tonight Ian and I are going out with Mom and Dad and Gary and Deborah to the Metropolitan Grill for Ian’s birthday. He’s not as young as he used to be, so we’ll have to be sure to get home in time for his bedtime, but it should be a nice evening. My only challenge is finding something that’s not steak. Then on Tuesday night — Ian’s actual birthday — we’re going to see True Grit at Gold Class Cinemas, courtesy of StrataGen. I’m really looking forward to that. It should be an exceptional movie experience.