tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039389393310364849.post3948170803861264653..comments2023-10-10T11:52:54.240-04:00Comments on CITY GIRL RIDES: Riding In The Depths Of Winterchristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12454898138117340431noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039389393310364849.post-45937229059252625442016-02-04T19:36:03.743-05:002016-02-04T19:36:03.743-05:00So true, I'd love an English countryside bike ...So true, I'd love an English countryside bike ride now. There is a charm to it that one cannot find here in NY. Perhaps when I return to England this summer.christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454898138117340431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039389393310364849.post-68610527774296592072016-01-29T17:31:40.324-05:002016-01-29T17:31:40.324-05:00That sounds like a love story, or an adventure sag...That sounds like a love story, or an adventure saga.<br /><br />It's something to know one is strong, independent and free. I won't be defeated by the wind or the rain. Even if I'm going 5mph in a headwind and wobbling within the bike lane, I'm still going. "I will not be beaten!" I say out loud, almost in a whisper and in a Scottish accent (having recently watched Brave). I pedal on, singing something like "Wonderful World" by James Morrison, using the handlebars and my legs as drums, eyes alight and loving the rush that comes when I change direction and have a tail wind blowing me joyfully along in my top gear. This is living! I look up at the clear blue sky and the bare branches of the winter trees. I can't help it. I smile wide.<br /><br />Summer is my favourite season, but winter has a deep calm to it that seems quietly alive. I suppose it is. Everything is waiting for spring, working quietly underground or in the trees. Gosh, I love England! :)(Though of course it's like this everywhere on this latitude.)<br /><br />And just think: we'd miss all this if we didn't ride our bicycles in the countryside.SWBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09405842770477473159noreply@blogger.com