When I visited my parents in mid-January, I received one final Christmas gift: What Goes Around, by Emily Chappell. It is somewhat ironic that a book, written by one of London's best, and most punctual bike couriers, arrived late. Then again, it wasn't shipped BY bike courier across the ocean.
I referred to a blog post by Emily Chappell about a year (?) ago, when she talked about a difficult ride up a mountain and relying on the strength of all the people she knew who were supporting her. I've followed her on Twitter, and followed her progress during the Transcontinental Race last year. She is also one of the main people affiliated with the Adventure Syndicate, a "collective of extraordinary cyclists who happen to be women and who aim to challenge what others think they are capable of." She's pretty amazing.
Anyhow, it was a good book, in which she credits her years as a courier for teaching her how to think, observe, and engage with the world. She discusses the "joy of watching your body develop its own intelligence; the satisfaction of subordinating reason to instinct."
There is no way that I'd be a courier. Especially in London. Or anywhere.
I did try to observe more on yesterday's sunny but brisk bike ride, however. While I saw an eagle and a juvenile deer in the typical spots, I also noticed that all summer I ride at least twice per week past a big sign for a video store that does not exist. I also ride past the two tiniest houses imaginable, which I think were built in the early part of the 1900's as summer cottages for lake-goers. Why have I never noticed these things before? What do I normally look at? Potholes and possible car doors, probably.
I think that one of my cycling goals for 2017 should be focused on becoming more observant. I can't wait for long, warm rides with minimal layers, and eating snacks on benches outside of coffee shops.
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