Time Machine

Biking is my surrogate for running, ruled out by a calf muscle which refuses to heal, but it's also my time machine.

On the bike, I can outrun the years, slip back into being 15 again, the last time I rode regularly, and show the world and myself that I'm foolishly defying many of the conditions of being in my fifties. The good years are dwindling fast, so gliding along on the bike makes me feel like I'm outside of the relentless march of time. That maybe I'm stealing some of my youth back.