My Bicycle Is Out Of Reach

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bikeMy bicycle is out of reach. It’s permanently squashed in “my” corner of our overstuffed garage. Two flat tires, the seat is gone, and I don’t know where the lock is. I have thought I’d like to ride it. Maybe take it to a park, but of course, I don’t know where the key is. In front of my bicycle lives the vacuum cleaner, Teflon pots, laundry, dry cleaning, and bottles of shampoo.

I replaced the pedals a few years ago so I could add foot loop straps and I changed the handlebars so I could better reach them. I gave my seat away because it hurt my butt, now I need a new one. I’d like to make this bike work for me but there are obstacles. It’s hard to imagine where my bicycle would live if it left the crowded and inaccessible corner of the garage; not to mention, it’s hard to justify the expenditure of more money to make it “just right.” So my bike sits, literally and figuratively out of reach.

Out of the blue today, a good friend called and told me that she and her partner were on their way to a bike shop to get their bikes overhauled so they could enjoy riding this spring. I felt envious. She said they wanted to get more enjoyable exercise and save money on gas. That news coupled with my irritation about procrastinating slightly unlocked my inertia, ambivalence, and just plain resistance. I decided I will make it a point to track down the name of that good neighborly bike shop and haul my bike down there. Who knows? It might even happen.

As I think about obstacles we encounter when approaching something we want that is good for us, it can be very confusing. It is hard to know what is real or fabricated, making it hard to challenge ourselves at these edges. The community support I was given through my friend’s sharing her pleasure and enthusiasm about her bike gave me a nudge. This reinforced my growing belief that we need to share what is hard for us, what we want, and what we will and will not allow ourselves to have. The sharing makes it real and gives it new life.

As you think about your own desires and interests, please give some thought to what gets in your way and feel free to share anything you like in response to my blog. I appreciate your reading it.

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6 Replies to “My Bicycle Is Out Of Reach”

    • E, Thank you. Great feedback Patience. It confirms the importance of my continuing to write from my heart and let it go!!D

  1. The cartoon was so funny I literally spit my coffee out onto my computer.
    I didn’t have my reading glasses when I started so I didn’t see the cartoon
    until after I read the story.

    Whether you get back on that bike or not there are many many great rides you give in this story are so amazing. I first appreciated your honesty and no cover up for where the bike was and how long it had been there. This is so true for me as well. It’s just not a bike. Your story made me think of all the files I have to be filed and the things and ways in which I cover thing over to their point that they’re hidden…for gotten until someone triggers that part of us as you did me.Secondly, to admit envy is a big one. Thanks for your honesty and goodwill.

  2. OMG, my whole post just disappeared from the screen, so here it is again.
    Funny, funny cartoon, I needed that this morning. About bicycle riding, I was a bike riding fool when I was younger, of course, my 3 speed English bike is long gone, but I do have a mountain bicycle now (in the garage and accessible). The last time I rode it out here in the ‘burbs, I was terrified about the tight spaces I had to navigate, streets to cross, dogs, whatever was an obstacle. Nice, transition…….from bicycles to life, the obstacles are mounting daily, and I’m trying to navigate then, too. I agree with you, Deborah, a supportive, sharing community would be very helpful.

    I’m going to start small and go for a bike ride today.

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    • yes, I remember the incredible freedom I felt on my bike as a child, nothing quite like it since…

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