It all started when I finally said it out loud.
“My love affair with bikes is over.”
I’ve spent the most formative years of my adult life slinging packages through every weather condition in cities on either side of the country pretty much every day for nearly 6 years. I’ve had just about every experience, save death, that I can really imagine having. I guess what I’m saying is I think I peaked in my bike messenger career.
I’m certainly not regretful that I spent so much time doing this. I’ve met some amazing people, seen some beautiful and not-so-beautiful places I never otherwise would have seen, learned just how hard I can push myself and actually developed a pretty okay work ethic which I never thought I would have 6 years ago.
I’m not off the bike yet, however I’m going an alternative route with bike work which will hopefully result in me being off the bike entirely (I always thought when people said that it sounded like they were kicking a bad habit. Something like “off the sauce”). Although I’d love to just deliver my final package on my last day working with Cupid I unfortunately can’t say that will be the case, although I always swore to myself it would be. But good things come to those who wait, or so I’m told.
So I guess in the end at worst being a messenger was a means to an end which left me jaded and reluctant to ride my bike for fun anymore. At best it was some of the most fun, interesting, social, strengthening and sometimes even lucrative times I have ever and probably will ever have in my life and would never trade those times, friends and experiences for the world. I think the medium in there is a pretty happy one.
If you see me out in the world feel free to say hi! Or don’t, that’s cool too.