October 2, 2016
Rabbi Samuel M. Cohon
There was a woman’s post on Facebook that struck home recently. It read, “I saw my ex broken down with two flat tires this morning which made me late for work. Nine times I drove past before he noticed me laughing at him.”
Well, this past year I have taken up cycling in earnest. I’m not sure this is something that should interest anyone besides me, but after struggling for a couple of years to come up with an exercise regimen to replace running, it turns out that road biking works. I ran for 35 years or so, and then I needed a new hip, and now after a couple of other tries it turns out pedaling a road bike for a couple of hours very early in the morning is just the ticket.
There are fabulous bike paths that run next to our dry Tucson riverbeds. Unlike our potholed streets, these bike paths are also very well maintained. You can ride as far as you like—my longest rides are 50 or 60 miles—without competing with cars or trucks. You get to enjoy our magnificent Southern Arizona scenery early in the day before it gets too hot, there are lots of interesting and dangerous forms of wildlife you zip past in safety—oh, look that was a rattlesnake! and five or six hungry coyotes—and in my experience bicycle people are incredibly helpful and polite when something goes wrong.
Like a flat tire.