effortless magic.

I don't name all my bicycles. Really, I've only named one. Her name is Helga. She's my recumbent tricycle. She's sturdy and strong, but won't win any races. She also happens to be my ride of choice lately.

To put things into perspective, I own two other bicycles. I've never had any inclination, motivation or inspiration to name them.  There is just something special about Helga. She gets me.

It's a strange relationship between a cyclist and their bike. Attachment, fondness, and affection develop without warning. Irrational and nonsensical as it is, it sneaks up so quietly it's hard to avoid. But avoidance isn't really necessary. I am content with my relationship with Helga. It's just works. It's effortless. It's magic.

I do realize this all sounds strange. Effortless magic with a bicycle? Yep. You heard me correctly. And I'm okay with you thinking I'm a little weird. Let's be honest, I am a little weird. But in a good way.

--AC