PaulSB
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- Chorley, Lancashire
Freedom and independence.
A bike is the most energy-efficient way of travelling, and at the about the right speed to divert for anything of interest.
Agree - feeling of the sheer simplicity (as well as cheapness) of the pleasure.Its even better on a bike I have built myself and know every nut and bolt.
I have sometimes shouted when riding - sometimes when relieving myself of some crap person/thing in life. I well remember shouting ARSE at a blue sunny sky on a Sussex lane once.Someone told me it was the same as the "WHEEEEEEEEE!" noise kids make when riding downhill.
😂I have sometimes shouted when riding - sometimes when relieving myself of some crap person/thing in life. I well remember shouting ARSE at a blue sunny sky on a Sussex lane once.
That's so true, when you can hop off your bike and have a closer look at something interesting you spotted. When driving, especially on a fast road without many places to stop, it's a lot of hassle to divert off route. At the same time, you can cover a decent bit of ground on a bike if you need to, or you are passing through a dull or featureless area.
So does sheI'm not too sure but he seams to like it
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I didn't swear or shout, but the ride still worked for me...Swore and shouted all the way up a big hill after a bereavement - better than therapy.
My dad died a number of years ago in early November. He had been ill for some time and the way he died left me feeling very depressed. (It had been a miserable 6 month process which was a strain for everyone.)
My sisters were looking after our mum, and the funeral wasn't for over a week, so they told me not to rush down, but to sort out some things here first.
I didn't feel much like cycling - my mind was in turmoil, but I needed to get out of the house for a while. I couldn't face much traffic so I decided to go for a mountain bike ride instead.
The first 30 minutes or so were a real struggle, but I eventually started to get into it. I climbed up to a clearing in some woods and stopped for a drink. The autumn leaves in the trees were beautiful shades of orange, red and brown, the sky was blue and it was pleasantly warm.
Suddenly, a movement caught my eye in the fields below to my right - deer! I had been walking and cycling in this area for over 20 years and people told me that there were deer in those woods, but I had never seen them. I thought they were just a local myth! I watched as they emerged from the bushes and looked around nervously. I was only about 50 metres from them but they hadn't spotted me. A minute or two passed, then I reached for my bottle and that was enough to spook the deer - they were gone, back into the woods for another 20 years maybe?
My dad was dead, I wasn't happy about it, but he'd told me that it was time and he was ready for it. The world was still beautiful, the rest of my family and friends were healthy, the deer were out and about, the sun was still shining, life goes on ...
I got back on my bike, and carried on riding, my mind at peace.
For me it is the peace and quiet of gliding on the road and leaving your troubles behind. I don't/ can't do long distances ( max 40 to 50 miles)mostly 20 / 25 but simply moving silently , faster than walking and still moving even when you don't pedal.