Theory goes that 5 love languages exist. According to Gary Chapman there are five primary ways of expressing love and five ways of feeling loved.
They are as follows:
Words of Affirmation
Acts of Service
They forgot one.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stopped by bike shops thinking to myself ‘if only Mom, Adored Husband, Sister, Daughter, Son, Teacher, Friend, Patient just had a bike that fit his/her body, their life would forever be changed’. Bike is my own personal love language. I know this to be true. If it were simply a personal obsession, I would have filled my garage with fancy bikes for myself, which I have not. I still ride my old trusty 20 year old beater that the kids have taken over a jump one too many times. Yes, it’s my love language. Rather odd, I know. Especially if the person I love doesn’t happened to ride a bike.
Some might say Bike fits into gift giving. Nope. BIKE is it’s own category, and all categories in one. GIFT, TIME, TOUCH (If you don’t believe me, ride awhile and then tell me you’ve not had a physical experience), ACTS OF SERVICE (what could be more service – like than to work them muscles and get those corpuscles jump’n) AND WORDS FOR AFFIRMING THE BIKE AND THE RIDE AND THE GREATNESS OF THEM BOTH.
Over the years I’ve bought two bikes for Adored Husband. I could never get him into a bike shop, nor a test-spin around the block… an absolute must for finding a bike that is really an extension of your body and not just a hunk of metal to be ground beneath you. But what can I do? He’s a farm boy, after all. To him, bikes are simply parts and pieces. Any ‘ole bike ‘ll do. One of these days I”ll get him to the bike shop with me. I know there is a bike that will become his baby one day. I just know it!
My kids have experienced my love language. Redline mostly. I was visiting our oldest son a few weeks ago. He informed me he was selling his bike. I remember the day we bought it…. was a really big deal, even though he paid half, the total cost was amazing. He’s married now, baby on way. No space in life for fancy biking… so it’s a goner. WHAT?! I wonder to myself. How in the world did I concoct a reason in my head for my son to need a very expensive bike? Now, I know bikes these days have come down in price. That same bike with same functions might be much less, these 5 years later. Still, what was I thinking!? Adored Husband helps me out. Says he’s pretty sure that if I thought Martians were in need of bikes, although Martians have not yet been cited by most of us, I’d send a ships-load over, just in case.
Yesterday I took our 14 year old son all legs and arms on a bike shopping excursion. Cycle shop after shop, he’d point one out, try it – and onto the next shop. We finally found the one. No need to look further. An absolute beauty mountain bike with matted paint and bright expression. All the important pieces, solid and usable. He has to work another couple weeks to afford the extra, but it’s love, I tell you. LOVE.
If you happen to ever get a bike from me, think of it as a kiss. Or in your case, think of it as a handshake. Think of it as a smile. As a good floor scrubbing. As a thoughtful hour of listening. Because some of us are made more of tires and spokes then roses. Just Say’n.