Between mid-February and today, a lot has happened. One of the things that happened was my purchase of an airline ticket to El Paso for a bike tour. Nice!
Another thing that happened was ME bringing my bike to my most trusted mechanic for a pre-tour tune-up. My most trusted mechanic is my brother, who has been fixing bikes since he was in high school. Now he’s some kind of bigshot at the Park Tool Company, yet he still makes time to work on my bike. One look at my bike and he warned me it needed a lot of work.
One more thing that happened since mid-February is the escalation of some kind of virus called “Corona.” Perhaps you’ve heard something about it on the radio or TV, or read about it in the newspaper. If not, let me fill you in: IT SUCKS. I hate the Coronavirus for many reasons, not the least of which is that it forced me to cancel (postpone?) the bike tour mentioned in the first paragraph. I had been looking forward to cycling the wide open deserts between four National Parks (White Sands, Carlsbad Caverns, Guadalupe Mountains, & Big Bend.)
Then this Corona thing exploded and sent what I thought would be my most scenic tour yet right down the toilet.
But what’s the point of going on a bike trip if everybody I know was discouraging me from doing it, and everything I wanted to do was shut down to the public anyway? Oh well, don’t feel bad for me. I’ll be fine. I’ll have no problem spending the next few weeks riding my bike and avoiding people even more than I usually do.
There is another reason you shouldn’t feel bad for me. I picked up my bike this morning at the Park Tool headquarters. It was full of new and upgraded parts–most notably a completely rebuilt drive train. I paid for the parts and that’s my local purchase. (Incredibly, my bro refused to take any additional payment for his labor. He brushes it off as being “good practice for keeping up his bike repair skills and for using his company’s bike repair stands and tools.)
My newly rebuilt bike rode like a dream . . . a fine-tuned, surrealistic, flying-through-outer-space dream. I felt like I was pedaling across the universe.
Not only is this my favorite cover of any Beatles song, but it’s also a cool video. Today I felt like Fiona Apple, calmly singing a song while ignoring all the chaos going on around her. And as long as I have a bike to ride, nothing’s gonna change MY world either — certainly not a little rain, store closings, empty shelves, self-isolation, or a postponed bike trip.