Lifts the Spirit

“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.” H.G. Wells

Just as there is a real connection between horses and automobiles, so there is too with riding a bicycle. It is good medicine to ride a bike. Not so much a stationary bike, but one that takes you places and allows you to see the sights with a little effort from your own being. Your soul as the engine.

Could be just a curious coincidence, but I have found that those who do not derive much pleasure from bike riding also have little by way of soulfulness. They are dry.

And I see that man has made even the simple pleasure of riding a bicycle into a money-grubbing mess. No, you do not need a $5,000 bike to ride, or special expensive clothes, or even special expensive shoes. Those are for the athletes or the lost, looking to throw their blood in the form of money at something to make them feel alive.

The closer you ride a bike as a child would, the closer you are to bringing paradise here. ‘”Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”‘

Riding as fast as you can along a desolate stretch of highway is also not good medicine, that is just good exercise. There is a delicate difference. I am speaking of enriching the soul not merely the body. I see those riders and it looks to be torture, but maybe there is something to it that I can’t see as an observer. I would try it, but it doesn’t appear fun from the outside.

“The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.” Iris Murdoch

The best place to start are these bicycle kiosks in the hearts of major cities. The cruisers are a pleasure and comfort to ride. And it allows you to see the sights and also take them in. You are interacting with your surroundings in a way you cannot in a car or even on foot. I explored San Antonio in this way yesterday and I am so glad I did. I learned that San Antonio was founded by Canary Islanders in 1731 and it was the capitol of Spanish Texas.

Feels good to learn about some Spanish history of Texas. I always felt like the odd duck out being Spanish-American where Mexican-Americans flourish. Not that I care much for race as an identifier, but I do like heritage and history. Roots are important. Something I have sought after for a long time. And now I have them. ‘But still others received the seed that fell on good soil. They are those who hear the message and understand it. They produce a crop 100, 60 or 30 times more than the farmer planted.’

 

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