The world is a complex, abstract, chaotic and mysterious wonder. Where we end up and how we get there can be total stroke of luck or a test of ones strength and patience. The fixed gear bike is a simple machine powered by my legs, lungs and mind. As I ride, I escape into a simple, carefree world, just as it was when I was a child. The hills can be daunting and seem almost impossible to conquer but as I pedal, my inertia continues to carry me forward. The feeling in my legs from the climb is uncomfortable yet, temporary. The tightness in my muscles and joints ease up and this task of pedaling no longer seems like a burden. It drives me further and faster, ever getting stronger. I begin drift into a state of meditation. The abstract problems of my current world no longer seem so complex. I am able to see more clear. I come to a stop atop a hill overlooking the city and take in the beauty. Almost two hours have passed and I have covered over 30 miles. Time to go to work. The day seems less difficult.
