Wheels of Time

Trigger: My bicycle

Location: Replansky’s bungalow colony in New York’s Catskill Mountains

I

t’s July, and I’m in the city. Like most days, I daven early, have a quick breakfast, and head to the shed for my bicycle.

Helmet — check. Water bottle — in the holder. Sunglasses — in place.

I mount my bike, and then I reset my bike’s computer so I can calculate this ride’s mileage. With each rotation of the wheels, a magnet attached to the spokes will send my average speed to a sensor. I’ll glance at the display on my handlebar periodically to see if I’m improving my average during this ride.

But before I take off, I pause.

What am I doing here? It’s summer. I belong in the bungalow colony.