Every night I ride my stationary bike. Sometimes it is no problem, but most nights I am tired and I don’t want to ride that stupid stationary bike, so I call it my torture machine. In the picture, you can see the iPad that I read while I ride and that helps a lot. I also watch videos on YouTube about fishing, hunting, car mechanics, and sermons from some of my favorite preachers. Every year I and several others go on a bicycle trip usually a couple of thousand miles or more. We camp each night, set up tents, cots, sleeping bags, and cook dinner on a camp stove, and did I mention that the seat is hard.

I enjoy the bike trip and the daily riding for 8 to 10 hours very much and I am looking forward to the trip with great anticipation. This year we are going down the Pacific coastline from Canada to Mexico, and I am anticipating some very beautiful days of riding.

So why do I like riding my bicycle outside for long, tedious hours that are often quite hard, but hate riding a bicycle for one hour in a warm, comfortable house on a recumbent bicycle that has a very comfortable seat.

I have been pondering this question for several years and haven’t come to a conclusion yet that I believe is accurate and true. I asked my college-age granddaughter what she thought and she said that I love the feel of the wind in my face and the constant feeling of risk that I might fall down or get hit by a car.

It reminds me of Jeremiah 17:9 The heart is more deceitful than all else
And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?

There is a whole lot about myself that I don’t know or understand, but I keep working on it so I can grow and always do what I do for the right reason and motive.