Still On the Way There

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

O who are you kidding?  You can't live without a bike, you can't just walk everywhere forever.  You need the thrill, you need the wind in your hair.  You need a bike.  So of course, you get the best of the best and a really big lock, the kind that takes brain surgeons and rocket scientists 2 weeks to realize that its a lock.  


What a beauty.  Shiny handle bars, solid body, sexy everywhere.  This is what you wanted right?  The best bike, all to yourself, to ride as you wish.  


One day, a friend asks you to ride it to run an errand.  It was going to be a quick, around the block mission, taking no longer than maybe 30 minutes.  "NO"! "NO WAY!"  This was expected don't you think?  You loved so much that no one else could even touch.  Anyways, it was your bike right?  You have the right to do whatever you wish with YOUR bike.  Of course.  All of your friends are admiring your bike.  It is truly a beauty.  


"How about letting me take it for a spin"?  It's been a long time, and you felt like you were being selfish, so you reluctantly agree.  You get a call later that day from that friend saying that you weren't going to get the bike back for a while because he just didn't have anytime.  What could you do?  He lived far away, walking there was out of the question and you didn't know anyone with a car.  Could you believe it?  Another fine day, you ask another the whereabouts of that friend.  Surprised and shocked to hear that he had moved away, you wonder if he had left the bike here.  Good.. you think about the bike before you even consider your friend.  Then again, he was the one being deceptive.  You find out that he didn't leave anything and no one knew where he went.


Angry and sad again, you try to brush it off out of pride.  You try to comfort yourself by saying that bike was no good anyways, too stiff and hard to maneuver.  You were lying to yourself and you didn't even blink.  


So now what ... No bike again.  Time to walk, but will you get another?  Tough luck with the bikes.  A lot of people's bikes never break or get stolen, and they just keep that 1 bike until it gets old and withers away.  Why are you so unfortunate?  Maybe someone is trying to tell you to just give up and walk.  Maybe you are not the biking type.  All in all, the whole experience has taken you through this emotional roller coaster and you can't decide if another bike is worth it. 


~ sometimes indecision is to choose the path of inaction, and to walk seemed to be your choice for now ~