“During that time, as I tried to process my father shrinking to nothing in front of me, I rode bikes slowly and cried a lot. And that riding slow, for the first time in maybe my entire adult life, taught me something new. Sometimes you see more by slowing down. Sometimes you feel more. That's a lower case “more”, and the distinction is important. Bicycles for me are these incredibly simple things. Even the complicated ones are simple. They take my effort and stretch economy out of it. My legs, my lungs, my heart. I push into the pedals, I move forward. Some days are faster than others, some are slower. But it's me, and this simple device. And that is enough. To get supercliché about it, as the Zen monk (or maybe Albert Einstein) allegedly said; “I ride my bike to ride my bike.””