So much of life is spent waiting for one thing or
another. Waiting for the light to
change. Waiting for a riding
partner to show up. Waiting to see
if the weather will clear. Waiting
for that motorist (the one who just forced a pass around you!) to get out of the way! Waiting for the money to accumulate so
you can buy those new parts.
Waiting for those new parts to come in. Waiting for the Big
Ride.
Sometimes the waiting is active. How many of us have spent time on the bike, pedaling under
less than ideal conditions, just waiting
for it to be over? Waiting for
the work day to end so the riding can begin.
Waiting for good news.
Waiting for bad news.
Waiting for the end of this long watch. Waiting for the dawn.
I’ve experienced that last one. Long rides through the night, sleep deprived, chilly,
bone-weary, waiting for the first grey hint of dawn. Hanging on and pressing the pedals robotically, knowing
that, with the rising of the Sun, conditions would improve, the new day would
bring better things.
Waiting for the new bike to arrive. That’s a delicious kind of wait. When you know that the thing is coming. It’s that “night before Christmas” kind of feeling.
Standing with the bike, waiting for the ride to start.
What goes through your mind when you are waiting? What do you wait for?
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