Having been taken off guard, I claimed it was because I enjoyed it and didn’t want to have to rely on my boyfriend (now husband) to take me; I could simply go for a ride whenever I wanted. However, afterwards, when I had time to think about it, I realized that that was a very hollow answer and in no way expresses why I really ride. The main reason I ride is to conquer fear. I sometimes tend to be like Charlie Brown in “A Charlie Brown Christmas” when Lucy asks him what he’s afraid of. After a long list of phobias, Lucy asks Charlie if he’s afraid of everything.
“THAT’S IT!!” he cries. Well, like Charlie Brown, sometimes I feel like I’m afraid of everything, and once that feeling starts, it’s like a downward spiral that is emotionally paralyzing. My monkey mind thinks, “What if this happens? Then that will happen, and then that and that . . . .” It’s enough to make me want to crawl under the covers and never come out. When I become afraid – and many times it’s the fear of riding itself – that’s when I most need to get on my two wheels.
By conquering that fear, I conquer other fears and the subsequent litany of “what if’s.” Riding makes me feel that I can live this wonderful life I’ve been given to its fullest, that there is no need for fear, that there is a plan for me, and that I’ve been given all the tools and spiritual help and guidance I need to fulfill it.