One of the dangers of writing about riding a bicycle every day in April is you might overlook the fact that other people ride bicycles, too.
I will avoid that danger.
See those bikes behind mine? One of them is an electric; the gentleman who owns it uses it to make up for lungs that aren’t what they once were.
The red bike? Belongs to a ninety-four-year-old who tells his friends he doesn’t need a motor, he needs new eyes.
The bikes belong to people who ride together each week. I first learned of them in a news story on how they rode from Peoria to Princeville to have breakfast at Ellen’s Diner, one of my favorite breakfast-ride haunts.
And when they parked their bikes near mine a few minutes ago, I learned something.
That statue of the Loch Ness Monster next to CxT Roasting Company? Turns out it’s a bike rack. What’s more, it’s not a statue of the Loch Ness Monster.
It’s just a bike rack. And today, it’s full.
April 23. 1 mile.