I view the world through Trikke-Goggles. These Trikke-Goggles affect all my senses, not just my sight.
My ears are affected. I judge a song by how it will work on the trail. There have been volumes written on how music makes exercise easier. And my musical choices are all songs to carve by.
Then there is touch. Nothing feels like those handlebars in my grip. I am powerful, I control my destiny. I conquer miles of scenery and concrete. There is strength in my stroke.
The smell of the ocean makes me think of all the days spent on my Trikke, Black Birdie. The smell of fresh air hangs on my clothes. And the healthy smell of sweat. Girl sweat.
Need I mention taste? I can taste it when I don’t get out for a few days. I can taste the salt in the air on my beach path. I develop a hunger when away from my ride.
I am not the only one who sees the world through Trikke-Goggles. I am not the only one who looks at carving as a sensual reward. I am not the only one who looks at all the effort and only sees fun. I am not the only one…
If you are one too, maybe you’d like to read further about Trikke centered ramblings and associated topics. And you probably can tell that I can turn any topic to a Trikke when I am wearing my goggles, which is most of the time.
This week on the Trikker Chicks… For Women Who Carve site (forevermore referred to as Trikker Chicks, cuz I’m lazy) I talked about making strange, making excuses and making a new food plan. Some things never change.
So if every gust of wind makes you think of how challenging a ride might be, if every sidewalk is judged by its seams or if every rain is viewed as a missed opportunity – you are wearing Trikke-Goggles.
I hear the eyes are the windows to the soul. I say with Trikke-Goggles, the eyes are the first indicator of a good ride.