Comments on: Little Things

By: Angie

Angie — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 18:26:50 +0000

When the group ride from the bike shop is waiting to turn left onto a busy road and a police officer stops traffic to let us out. Then it’s a chorus of thankyous and the sound of 50 cleats clicking in.

By: Chelon

Chelon — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:44:50 +0000

What about the few seconds of enjoyment you get after you stand up on the pedals to pull your shorts our of your crack before sitting back down?

By: Colin

Colin — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 12:44:19 +0000

endorphins

By: bradley

bradley — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 21:11:48 +0000

How about the gleam of a new chain on a clean drive train?

By: Tim D

Tim D — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:07:30 +0000

Woody, I don’t know who you are, but would you like to come and live at my house?

By: Woody13Fox

Woody13Fox — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 13:45:40 +0000

Spending two hours lovingly tuning and washing your machine, then taking it out for a 30 mile love-fest where it makes absolutely no noise and shifts with the precision of a Swiss timepiece.

By: Chad and Charlotte

Chad and Charlotte — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 23:03:20 +0000

5 mile hill,
6.5% Grade,
20mph headwind,
Reaching the top…

By: Unknown

Unknown — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:42:10 +0000

It used to be all of the below (above) (I think the comments are posted successively, right?) Now, after finally having a big injury in a high speed crash last November, I can honestly say what I have been mouthing (not truly sincerely) to many for the last generation or so are probably words, just words, meant to console, but mostly saying, "Glad is wasn’t me."

Here’s a little thing:
Stopping in the long driveway after finishing a ride, climbing the big mountain to get home, and feeling all of that pain just start to subside, and it goes away bit by bit, slowly, and I know that today was better than yesterday, and that was better than last week, or month, and that next week and next month will be better too. The body heals, and the mind helps it to.

By: uncadan8

uncadan8 — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 18:59:45 +0000

I love the look on the face of a little kid in the back seat of a car as I ride by: part wonder, part envy, part hope, and a lot of joy. Because he knows the feeling.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 13:56:23 +0000

The sound of ultimate suffering…the sound of blood spurting from my eyes…the creaking of my knees and of my hips…it’s the little things that make cycling such a joy.

Rocky