How's the Ride?

Most of us think two is better than one. A twosome offers us companionship, security, sharing, romance, snuggling on cold nights. A sort of peddling partner along the path of life. Two can more easily pull a bigger bike. We all need someone. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t feel a need to know they were the most special person to another. Men tell me they need someone to be physical with and to take away the loneliness. Women seem to need men for a lot more reasons...some sweet - like giving and receiving love in all forms - and to enjoy taking care of their man. And some of our reasons are just logistical and convenient. Like using a man for an excuse... "I’ll have to ask my husband first," generally takes care of the pressure of most sales people. "My husband thinks I’m busy enough," takes care of any community responsibilities we’d like to say ‘no’ to, but don’t have to courage to do so. Logistically, men are often needed for putting away the Christmas decorations in the attic or moving furniture. Smart women know kissy-kissy; hug-hug follows. Otherwise he might feel he’s just a handyman (and isn’t he now!)

Among college coeds in my generation, coupling was just expected...everybody ended up partnered. We thought young couples were romantic; young parents were delightfully bonded, having joined their cells into another human. Middle aged couples seemed to have a lot of security as well as the sophistication of position and success. Older couples were ‘cute’ as they walked hand-in-hand, and at a slower pace. Everything I dreamed of being and having fell into the 20-35 year old span. I really didn’t think past that. Was there life after 35? I really didn’t know!

Now I know that unknown. Life is wonderful after 65 and for those who chose to stay alive in every way...it is the best ride of our life.

So how does it happen...still riding together after 65? My opinion is just that: an opinion. Formed from observation and experience. The observation is that the culture of one’s community largely determines our bicycle style and the ride...church teachings, social expectations, religious standards, family history, personal beliefs. It’s very sad with some bikers. But with others, it’s very vibrant, romantic, even sensual. From an experience perspective, I’ll have to say men get better, and I hope I did too.

It’s a personal choice...a bicycle built for two rusting in the garage, as the riders’ bodies also "rust" in a den before the television.  But I respect most those who chose the upgrade to two bikes, so bikers ride side by side, having designated the old bike for two as the latest mailbox decor. Either way, I hope your bike is a happy, brightly painted one. And I hope for you the ride is still an experience of flirting and teasing and stopping to smell the beautiful roses, hand-in-hand. Sense the roses; smell them; touch them gently...as you do your partner...the clock is running.

                                                                                                    December 12, 2015