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A January visit to the bike shop

I've been taking the bus for just a few weeks, but I already miss riding my bike to work.

Yes, I know there are people who ride all winter. Yes, I know about studded bike tires. But worrying about predawn black ice on long, downhill stretches takes the fun out of riding for me. Call me crazy.

Still, there have been years when I have gotten to bike-commute off-and-on even at this time of year. So, to be ready for that possibility, I rode one of my bikes over to the shop I patronize on Monday afternoon. It had not had a tune-up in a while.

Just that short ride reminded me of how much I enjoy the activity. A bicycle has to be one of the best-ever inventions.

I made a lot of noise late last year year about getting involved in cross-country skiing as a way to get some exercise in winter. And I still think that could be a rewarding pursuit.

But there is just one problem: The convenience comparison.

To go cross-country skiing, I have to drive up to Mount Spokane.

To ride my bike, I just have to grab my helmet and walk out to the garage.

After arriving at the shop to pick up my bike Tuesday afternoon, I found I was in a mood to linger.

I scoped out a couple of new bikes. I talked to a friend who works there about what I should buy next. And I just generally breathed in the smell and silent promise of bicycles.

Riding home, I could tell the tune-up had made a difference.

Perhaps a poet named Flounder said it best: "Oh boy, is this great?"

I've always defended winter. And I am not going to start complaining now.

But I'll be watching for opportunities to start rolling toward spring.



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