Slow down.

A coworker just picked up a 1974 Schwinn Breeze on Craigslist and another scored a free step-thru of as-yet indeterminate origin from a friend. Their excitement over the vintage "girl's bike" bike acquisitions renewed my interest in riding my '79 Schwinn Suburban and getting BeanSS back on her '74 'Burb.

In a fortuitous confluence of events, we learned of the Slow Bike Movement. We read the Slow Bike Manifesto and realized we'd found a new two-wheeled home for ourselves. Not everything in this world needs a name and not every gathering of two or more people constitutes a scene but whatever this riding style is or is not called, all four of us had lost touch with it to varying degrees.

Going back to cycling for its own sake without any greater purpose other than to feel the road surface beneath my tires and the wind in my face really appeals to me. It's too damned hot for anything right now, but this autumn, if you see a small group of riders lazily pedaling some creaking 1970s Schwinns along 4th Avenue towards the Hut or around Reid Park, maybe with iced coffees in hand, that'll be us. You're welcome to join in, just don't expect to go fast.