I read a Facebook post by a guy from Europe about the way Americans ride our bikes. Fast and joyless, like we are in race. We do this for no reason, without thinking, because hurrying is automatic, it’s what we do. We turn things into a race, into a chore, a goal, into what’s good for us, into self-improvement. So after that FB post, I changed. Now I leave earlier. I go slow. I don’t think about burning calories or improving my muscle tone. I let everybody pass me. For a little while each day I look at my neighbors’ gardens, the trees turning colors, kids at the park, the sky. I am not racing. I am not improving myself. I am riding my bike.