Bike Rides

Even though you hate going uphill, and downhill is way too scary, there is nothing like a good old fashion bike ride. Changing gears, sitting on that uncomfortable seat, feeling so insecure as you try to avoid the cars ripping by. It is something everyone loves to do. Once you know how, you know how for good. It is such a freeing feeling. The wind in your hair, ringing the bell, hearing your motor fashioned out of a clothes pin and a queen of hearts. My friend Amy and I had such fun on our wild Saltspring bike adventure. We taped ipod speakers to the handle bars of Amy's bike and as we were riding we would sing along to the songs blasting out of the little music maker. It was so much fun. Just for the sake of it we had the song "Knock 3 times" just like in the movie "Now and Then". It was honestly like I had nothing to worry about. Except the giant hill creeping closer and closer. Bike rides are such a wonderful thing to do. Even though it is tough and your bum hurts and your thighs feel like jelly there is no better way to spend a day. Sheer beauty and chains a clankin of amazing.

Old Friends.

Do you remember those friends who are not quite your friend. More like your acquaintance. But you feel so fortunate to have them around? Like when you start a new class and there is nobody you know and you scan the room hoping dearly that there is just one slightly familiar face. Then BAM! Your eyes meet and you bond like glue knowing you both are in this together. Then you remain friends just in that class. Never hanging out at lunch but saying that awkward "hi" as you pass each other in the hallway. Maybe on occasion you plan a tiny lunch session just to remain the slight friends you are so you can still lean on them if you need. So you don't feel guilty for only being friends in that one little class. Then you move away. Don't talk. You think that the friendship is gone, you were only friends any ways so neither of you would have to be alone. Then after a year or so of not talking you find yourselves at the same party, once again both alone and glad you have the familiar face. You plan to hang out but both know it is one of those dates that wont be kept. Then once again you meet at a party and make the excuse "I was going to call you but I've just been so busy" and plan to hang out again knowing once again it wont happen. Then all of a sudden you just feel a flood of guilt coming along and decide to meet up for that awkward coffee date. Knowing it is just going to be awkward you go anyways. But once you find yourself in the situation, you wonder why you weren't better friends. Why you weren't phoning every couple of days to hang out. Why you weren't this close all the time ago. Then you realize, the alone bond made you closer friends then you ever thought. All of a sudden it is good-bye and you don't want to leave your long lost old friend. You hug maybe 3 or 4 times. Say "you have to come visit!" And you actually plan on doing it because right then is when it hits you that you really actually are great friends with this person. You drive away and notice your best friend standing on the steps waving with the same sad face you've got on. You realize: this is a friendship that is worth the ages. Just like that your awkward acquaintance just became the friend you never want to leave. Isn't it funny how it works out to be so amazing?