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We've been visited a few times by this young man who's got his eyes set on a Trek road bike, SLX I think. Pretty sure he's brought in his parents and maybe Grandma or a caretaker or maybe all of the above; I think he wants everyone in his life to know how cool that bike would be for him. He's been so bitten by the cycling bug that he reads and perhaps even relates to some of the writings of my almost-daily-diary.
When I was in his shoes, let's see... hmm... OK, I was 10 or 11 at the time when I fell in love with the idea of a road bike. That would be... oh my... 43, almost 44 years ago! I'd saved up money from my paper route to buy an "Orly Tour de France" for $49 from Macys. I'd love to see the ad that enticed me to buy that bike, but truthfully, I don't recall. I just remember that there was no way I could afford a Schwinn Varsity (the bike that Captain Kangaroo said I should have) (back when a Schwinn was a bike worth having) because they were $73 at the time, and this "Orly Tour de France" was just $49. So I bought it with the paper route money and, a year later, had enough to buy the Schwinn Varsity (not realizing until almost three years later that the Orly was a far better bike!).
Maybe the young man I'm talking about (the one wanting the SLX, not me!) looks at that bike and sees the future. A machine capable of altering his space-time continuum by giving him a bit of independence and control over his surroundings, and multiplying his own physical capabilities. A discovery that real life adventures can be far more intense and satisfying than what you get with a computer game's faux realism.
As we get older, it becomes increasingly difficult to find such long-lasting excitement in such simple things. We have our desires, sometimes our impossible (or unwise!)-to-attain fantasies, but once we get them, much if not all of the thrill is gone. But this young man has reminded me of the magically-transformative and lasting powers of the bicycle. There is no question that my cycling has helped me get through life more successfully, falling to fewer temptations, and healthier than I otherwise would have been. It's been that solid foundation that I can depend upon, no matter what. Marriages have fallen, nations have crumbled, brilliant minds lost because someone didn't have... a bicycle? Maybe that's a bit (bit?) over-the-top, but only a bit.
Now you see why I'm in this business. Why I really couldn't be doing anything else and feel like I was doing what I was meant to do. --Mike--
(Interesting that two of the most-significant bikes in my early life were both "Tour de France" models. And now, decades later, I've made a literal ritual out of visiting the Tour de France bike race, year after year (10 of the past 11?). The strange thing about this is that I didn't have even a passing interest in the actual race back then. Even when I wrote about bike racing for the magazine Competitive Cycling, my interest was at best national, and primarily regional. But now, the trips to the Tour de France have come to be something I look forward to, my alternate universe in which bikes rule the world (once you get away from those pesky Gendarmes anyway!) and almost a second home, another place in the world I can feel comfortable in.)
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