I won’t say exactly how many years it has been since I threw my leg over, mounted, and rode a bike. However, I will give you a hint – Beyoncé wasn’t born yet when I did it last. So, when one of my girlfriends suggested joining her on her weekend bike rides I laughed – loudly.
This conversation occurred on an early cold morning this past March, 2014 while my friend was waiting for the start of the Tour de Houston. A small group of us had decided to cheer her off, go have breakfast, and cheer her back when she crossed the finish line after her 40-mile ride. Before she rode off, she announced to us that she was going to nag us until we agreed to join her for the 2015 Tour de Houston.
At breakfast, we munched and discussed her outlandish comment. However, by the time we stopped for coffee at Starbucks the idea wasn’t so crazy anymore. At the finish line, we gave her flowers and told her we had decided to join her next year – but only for the 20-mile ride. After all, we had a whole year to train.
That was the beginning of the wonderful times we have been sharing since March, 2014.
Now, the four of us meet every Saturday morning at 6:30am to ride our bikes on the trails in Deussen Park which is near Lake Houston. We meet this early because it is September in Houston and even then it is humid. Our weekly distance is already at and beyond 20 miles. We started our rides on old and borrowed bikes but now each one of us has spent $1000+ on a new bike and accessories. The guys at Bike Barn are our new best friends and we call our bikes our new boyfriends. They are reliable, exciting, and sure do give us a thrill!
There have been some down times – crashes, chasing dogs, falls & setbacks, aching muscles – which we have encountered but mostly there has been lots of laughter and camaraderie. Some of us have started our rides with the handle bars turned backwards, helmets on backwards, and dragging from too much fun the night before. However, the two things we can always count on is encouragement from each other and the beautiful sights as we pedal, pedal, pedal on the bike paths, through the woods, up the hills and near the lake. When we need a water break we hang out at Pavilion #9 which I named “Cloud 9”. It is also our meet-up point when we ride separate paths.
It only took the first ride for me to fall in love with biking again.
I can’t adequately describe to you how it feels to watch the sun rise over the lake as we pedal on our bike path with our laughter traveling on the wind but here is a photo to give you a glimpse.
Here are some more pictures of our beautiful views. All beautiful views captured and presented in this post were taken by one of my fellow bikers (Veronica Owens) who was featured for her photography on my blog site during Women’s History Month.