I’m taking my cycling more seriously these days. I’ve been taking advantage of the long summer days and recommitting myself to improvements in conditioning and fortitude. Due to my work schedule and my responsibilities around the house, I’ve been riding early in the day, often just before or at sunrise. And no, this isn’t about how I pass all the other cyclists I see on the road each morning as I ramp up my training intensity. Actually, it is about that, kind of.
I pass between 5-10 cyclists each morning as I sprint around the perimeter of Fallbrook. I blow by them these days. When I pass by these other early morning riders, I feel like I’m on EPO. I spy one ahead of me, push a little harder with each stride, and within seconds I pass him as though he’s a mailbox. It’s as though they aren’t even trying. Well, that’s because they aren’t trying—not to beat me anyway.
You see, the cyclists I blow by each morning could give a frog’s fat ass about me passing them. They have no idea what a PR is, how fast they are going, or if they’re going to beat their time from the day before. The riders I pass each day are on their way to work, and if they’re on one, a bike is the only transportation they can afford – if they are so lucky to get one from a thrift shop or a garage sale.
These are the grove workers and day workers that help support my community. From the agriculture here, to the aesthetics of homes and businesses, my community owes much of its riches and beauty to the men who ride rickety bikes through the hills each morning at sunrise. In their denims, long-sleeve shirts, and work boots, and with backpacks weighting them down even more, they ride early because their workdays begin early. They don’t pedal fast because they need their energy for the physically demanding work that awaits and occupies them until the day’s light fades. And when it’s all done, they ride home again. It’s not exercise for these men, it’s transportation. They ride The Tour De Opportunity.
In truth, I take no pride whatsoever in passing these men each morning. In fact, I feel equal parts shame, guilt, and humility. Shame, that I complain about so much in my life in comparison to theirs. Guilt, that my life is so sweet, so free, so and easy in comparison to theirs. Humility, that I am reminded by them all I am and all I have, as I glide by grateful for it all.
Each morning I ride my bike by choice, in pursuit of achievement, thrill, and satisfaction. Almost immediately though, and throughout my ride, I am reminded just how little achievement, thrill, and satisfaction matter in the scope of putting food on the table. I bow down to the men I pass each morning, who pedal the same roads I peddle. They do so for more noble reasons, and with much more fortitude… Jhciacb.
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