After my post last week about the Joy of Biking returning, and reading that Amy Lavender Harris (of Reading Toronto) had her bike stolen recently, I was reminded of Harris' post from the spring entitled Escape Velocity.

It is beautifully written, a quick piece of prose about when you are full of joy and endorphins on your bike (it happens to me a lot when biking late at night or in the wee hours of the morning) and the rest of the world sort of melts away and you feel like pure energy, flying through the lights and activity of the city.

It is possible to rise above the road, to flow and to feel, truly, your own movement against the wind, against the pull of the earth's core, against tides, currents, memory. To ride freely is to experience the true physical self in its corporeal present. To dwell in your own body, and then to be able to transcend it. This is escape velocity.

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