No.125 Cycling with Tack Part 3: Becoming the Wind on My Bike

A warm, sleepy afternoon when everyone feels a little drowsy. I started pedaling my bike. To become the wind. Climbing the gentle slope made my breath quicken slightly. My coat’s hem fluttered, and my shadow stretched swiftly ahead. The tension of being seen by someone seemed to be washed away by the wind. On the downhill, a smile slipped out unbidden. Amid the speeding scenery, my fingertips gripping the handlebars, my feet pressing the pedals—everything was me, utterly free. The crotch of my shorts visible when I stand to pedal. If it felt this good, I should have become myself sooner. This is the little big adventure I found on an afternoon bike ride. If you have a part of yourself you want to set free, won’t you ride with me? Because the wind is always kind to everyone. #AfternoonBikeRide #CrossDresser #BecomingTheWind #BeingMyself #BikeTime