Sometimes it is hard to say goodbye…to bid farewell to a trusty steed…to send a well-loved bike on to finding other adventures under the guidance of another rider. I said “goodbye” recently to one of my beloved two-wheeled machines. It wasn’t easy.
As I opened the skewers on the wheels and let them escape from the dropouts, my thoughts began to reminisce about past trails ridden. As the seatpost slid from the seat tube, I felt the burn in my legs from countless climbs up to high alpine meadows or Appalachian tree-covered peaks. The loosening of the bolts on the stem to remove the handlebars brought back visions of groves of mountain aspen or the red rocks of the desert blurring by from a fast descent. Whoa, could that bike go downhill.
As the frame slid into the box, I chuckled thinking about the antics of some of my riding companions—the punishing sprints from the parking lot to get the first taste of singletrack; the challenges of who could ride this rock drop or that log bridge; all of the laughs and good natured teasing; and all of the post-ride libations. With the wheels finding their place in the box, I noticed remnants of past rides still lodged in my tire treads.
The closing of the box brought the finality of the transaction home. Our journey together was over. No longer would I find adventure with my old friend. As I loaded the box into the back of my truck, I took comfort in knowing that memories and lessons learned cannot be packaged and shipped across the country. They are a part of me. They help define my riding experience and help me yearn for the next trusty ride.
Thank you and goodbye, my friend.
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