rest & motion
I marvel at the bodies of tall bikers, how they send all that power down into each pedal while hardly moving at all above the hip. I know by my shadow that I ride erratically – rocking and swerving just to get forward. All that wasted mechanical energy. But tall bikers glide. I sometimes pull behind one on the bridge, just to watch his clean acceleration as his bike is swept away. Right foot down, left foot down, Gone.I am grateful for my body. The prayer that gets me up the hill is often Thank you, Feet. Thank you, Elbows. Thank you Small of my Back. My body has gotten me many places and after thirty years it still surprises me, still gives me brand new sensations. But it is no tall body, which is no complaint. But I do find them captivating sometimes.
I’ve always been more attracted to bodies more my size. Compact bodies I can look in the eye. Bodies I could wrestle with and possibly win. Bodies that will sit with me in Small Places. But a tall body on a bike is a thing of beauty, all speed and no gravity, and today on the esplanade it was one after another. The air blew through my hair as they flew by.
posted by tortaluga @ 5:53 PM
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and the year of the bike is fast approaching!
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