Great accomplishments often begin with an unexceptional act. A page is signed and a war begins. A woman sits on a bus and the foundations of an unjust society crack loose. Two kids in a dorm room write a math equation and Google happens. When you witness a simple act you have no ability to fathom the possible outcomes that will result from that moment, that smallest decision.
That’s what I was thinking as I rolled around the neighborhood on my first bike ride since June 1, 2010. I might be looking like Karl Rove on the skids, but inside I am a hungry Viking.
You go get ’em!
Bike ride for real? 🙂
Yes. I think it counts.
And so it begins again.
Go get some.
You could ride with that other guy who trolls Indian Hood. He seems nice.
The fact that I am unable to do [a thing] is not proof of it’s impossibility.
It’s a great moment!
Atta boy! Just like when the training wheels came off and the first ride without resulted in road burn and Daddy said, “Get right back on that bike, boy!”……… you got back on, prevailed and the rest is history.