We had a thaw today, but it was still too mushy to ride. Too many streets slick with snow from yesterday’s storm.
And the rest of this week is looking dicey. There a chance of snow both Monday and Tuesday, and the Arctic chill is expected to make yet another visit.
Still, it could be worse. A former U.S. Poet laureate suffered some serious injuries in a car-bike accident.
She’s 68, and she was the biker.
The comments on the story are instructive. Among many themes, one is the “I got hurt on a bike once and never rode one again.” That makes me a little sad. Biking is full of joy. Sure, I can understand a serious injury or scare making someone shy about an optional activity, but riding a bicycle means getting there (if there is in town) and not having to encase yourself in an unpleasant metal box to do it. It’s to feel the breeze and hear the birds and make your own speed with your own body.
Well, it’s like poetry.
I hope poet Kay Ryan recovers soon. And may she bike again. After all, at 68, she’s way too young to stop now.