SPLENDID ISOLATIONWe ride bicycles to escape into isolation. It is freedom from the job, from responsibilities, from the droning monotony of our modern lives. The rhythm, the suffering, the surge of endorphins, the exploration, the adventure. It is even finding in our own little lives, nuance and novelty, discovering more about ourselves and the world around us than we ever knew before. It is connecting with others through that same common goal.
BANKRUPT ISOLATION?In chasing convenience, in pursuing perfection, have we killed off solitude? Have we come full circle when it comes to riding bikes? As the eBikes rise, the powermeter has become commonplace at the highest levels of the sport. Coincidence? Unlikely. The middle, as in all things in modern society, is squeezed. “No Garmin, No Rules”, the stickers say, one for every dollar in every wearable’s seed round. Who’s making the rules, anyway?
THE BASTION OF SOLACE
In the end, does it matter? Is there sense in fighting the onslaught of the machines into our bastion of solace? Perhaps. Damn the torpedoes, leave the iPhone at home, accept the consequences, whatever they may be. Take the turn up the sketchy-looking dirt road, not knowing where it goes, or where it ends. Sprint at full-tilt to escape pursuing canines and property owners, open the floodgates of discovery, and really live. Live in wonder, if but for a few brief minutes each week. We’ll discover that whimsy is not dead, just dormant, drowned out by the discord cacophony of data.