friarminor's florilegium In spite of himself, this little poor man's life is blessed.

After almost a decade, I have my own bicycle again.  Does it mean I’m going biking again?  Sure hope so. So far, I’ve tried to make the most of the holiday break to go out and ride - after the dawn mass, running errands and even in the evening. I figured that if I apply the same mentality that I have looking forward to each day of riding to everything else, then what a real joy life can be.

I continue to ask myself why I’ve come to love riding the bike so much. The quick answer is I’ve gotten better at it even after starting at quite late an age that I was able to even join mountain bike races in the 90s.  The long answer has more to do with freedom, peace, outdoors challenge and simplicity of the travel. 

In other words, it’s meditation. 

And the Joy of Quiet. 

Think I’m gonna name my bike Pico.  Or maybe the next bike I’m building.