I finally rode my bike to Sacramento the weekend before finals week. Overall the trip was ok. The land from Davis to Sac is pretty flat and the scenery was very central valley but I did get something out of my hour and a half trip. It was when I hit the causeway (a long straight stretch of road that parallels the 80 to Sac), with those cars flying past me at sixty to the right, some empty land to the left, the wind blowing in my face, the sun heating my skin, and I was riding, just me and my bike and it clicked that we were one. A man and machine combined into a 'manchine'. Peddling felt as natural as walking; it was as if the pedals were an extension of my feet, and the handle bars an extension of my arms.
The point is somehow just being on my bike and riding it for this trip allowed us to bond. Now when I get on my bike it's not me using a machine of metal and gears, or some tool that takes me from point a to wherever I want. Instead it's freedom. It lets me go wild riding wherever I want. There is this freedom in riding that I have not found with driving a car.
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