Time and Place: Bike lane
Wednesday, September 24th, 2008
Thanks to my spousal equivalent, I attend all sorts of racing events that I would never even know existed otherwise. Though I’ve learned to differentiate the sounds of revving engines, get excited about F1 qualifying and understand the varying specifics of stock classes in autocrossing, I’m still not quite on board with the cycling. Being a rather unsuccessful cyclist myself, I fail to see the draw of riding, much less racing, a bike for hours.
This past weekend I went to the Festival of Speed at the Dick Lane Velodrome in East Point. It was hours of different ages, genders, races and nationalities riding around and around, fast, slow and in-between. There were odd games and rules, races with funny names and through it all a cheering, smiling crowd.
I almost get it now. I think. Sometimes all it takes to appreciate something is to surround yourself with people who are insanely jazzed about said thing. Unless it’s politics — that’s a whole other story.
(Photo by Tara-Lynne S. Pixley)
