for the love of a bike

I had forgotten how serious my love for my bike was and is. I didn’t even really feel like I missed it while I was in Rome, and honestly wasn’t too eager to hop back on it when I got home. Though once I did, the love returned…in full force! Me, my bike, and a summer morning - can’t beat it. Everything else in life seems to move to the back burner while I’m pedaling. And somehow I can even find myself appreciating the beauty of Portland from my perspective on the bike. Everything seems more clear, most namely my head. Reminds me of a line in a song by Blue October:

But in my head…
There’s some shelves that need cleaning,
From basement to ceiling

Yeah, thanks to my bike for helping me out with that. I wonder if it is strange or inappropriate to use a blog post to thank my bike? Guess that’s the benefit of having a blog about nothing: anything goes…