On Your Back Tire
Here on your back tire,
Is the place for me.
Your presence shelters.
Your strength and stamina
Shield me from so much uncertainty,
And shear off much of the buffeting wind.
You grind away, mile after mile,
Never appearing to tire.
Thank you for your labor of love,
Thank you for leading the way.
kpeterson April 10, 2013
This is my husband Brian. Isn’t he handsome?
Brian and I have pedaled quite a few miles together; both literally, on a bike, and figuratively, in nearly 26 years of marriage. When I’m riding behind him, I spend a lot of time contemplating how much I appreciate being able to draft* in both situations. He will let me lead anytime I want, but he’s also content to pull more than his weight. I am all for women’s rights and equality, and my life is blessed by those realities on a daily basis, but I also think I get the better end of the deal in life with a good man to draft. Here’s to the good men in this world. Feel free to list your man’s name and what you appreciate about him in the comment section if you want to give yours a shout out. I’m sure I’m not the only one who would enjoy reading your tributes.
“Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church- a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ’s love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her…” Excerpt from The Message version of Ephesians 25-27
*Yes, that’s the cyclist term for sitting right off the back tire of the rider in front. The rider in front takes the brunt of the wind, letting it sail over and around the rider in back. You probably know this or figured it out, thank you for indulging my desire to show off that I know a cycling term.
Dedicated to our dear drafting buddies, Paul and Diane.