I Wouldn’t Be A Bit Surprised If We All Break Into Song Next

I’ve now made my biking debut at the farmers’ market and at work, and let me just quote my dad–“Life’s better on a bike.”

I rode down to the market on Saturday and the comments started right away: “Nice bike!” and “Where’d you get that helmet?” from the bike valet dude; “Love your bike!” and “Sweet ride!” from passersby; and “Good morning, beautiful! Nice bike!” as I rode by a homeless guy camped on the steps of the Greek Orthodox church.

Similar things happened at work–people I hadn’t talked to in nearly two years at the office admired, offered help with the elevator, liked my helmet. I was riding up Main Street on the way home and a panhandler asked, “Got a dollar?” and when I said no (I really didn’t), said “I like your helmet!”

So on the next ride, what will happen? Will it be like a musical, with song and dance and synchronized pigeon flights? It may very well be–because life apparently IS better on a bike.