I always see bicyclists on campus and wonder if they're happy that they're riding a bike. Most of them seem pretty happy, or at least very relaxed. I guess lugging a backpack, laptop and whatever else across a large campus isn't on their list of annoyances. I bet they're never worrying about being late to class either.
I think I've romanticized bikes, but they seem so nice. So quaint. But I like to imagine that I'll suddenly become a bike rider. I like to think that I'll ride my new-old bike from my new apartment to my old campus in the fall, and maybe one day wear a very "hipster" outfit to be like Carrie Brownstein in "Portlandia."
"Hello, flower," Carrie says, waving at neighbors and trees. I could feel her inner peace.
Riding a bike makes me literally feel the wind in my hair. And when riding a bike, it's me and my power alone that is getting my somewhere. That's pretty liberating.
So, will a bike bring me my deepest and most profound inner peace? Yes.