Where do I start . . . ?
I have been able, over the past year, to turn my attention to the view over my handlebars and the path under tread. Sharing the images with Instagram, and the story herein, remains my absolute pleasure. As we cook and belly-up around the table over this long weekend for our annual tryptophan haze I am thankful for a few honorable mentions that have made this all possible.
First of all . . . my family. You remain ever supportive of me and my bicycle craze. I love that. No adventure has proven to be too strange or cold or damp or hard. You collectively fill rides with possibility.
You’re second. You amaze me with your steady readership, your inspiring tales of cycling, your commitment to riding along. A round of thunderous applause to all of you with little time and endless choices. I am thankful for everything you do to connect and contribute to this community known as bellecycle.
And lastly, community. Whether I’m in Amsterdam or New Amsterdam, a community builds bicycle paths, and enforces the bicycle clearance laws. A community waves to the rider with more than one finger. A community fells the trees claimed by the wind on the dedicated path. A community respects the right to ride. They print cycling maps and publish them online in both the heart of Holland and the snarled streets of New York. A community develops fantastic lights for bikes and reflective materials for nighttime riders and fashionable helmets just because. A community builds a rock-solid bike that you can take out and lay 3000 miles of tread in one year. A community builds bridges to support multimodal transportation. A community is reading this now, and they have just finished walking their dogs and getting groceries. They are stuffing turkey and making fudge and child-proofing their home for guests. They are listening to Bing Crosby and pulling out games and decks of cards. They are making beds up for company soon arriving and remembering company of years gone by.
This has been a beautiful year. And whether you rode the path, read the path, joined the path, watched the path, cleared the path or waved along the way, you made a difference in the life of this one cyclist and she is thankful.