Photo of Carol Wilson riding the Trek bicycle that led her to the love of her life.

Love At First Bike

It had been a long hot ride. Reaching the parking lot where we started, I heaved a sigh of relief. I made it! Sweat dripped into my eyes and rolled off my nose as I gratefully slid off the saddle. I began walking toward my car, leaning on my bike for support, when a friendly and somewhat concerned face appeared in front of me.

“Do you like tabbouleh? I brought some tabbouleh salad in a cooler.” He paused, adding: “I made it.”

The young man standing before me looked like he had just finished a short stint around the block. Surely he was not on the same ride I had just completed! I was finding this fellow to be quite unlike anyone I had ever met.

Normally he biked to club ride starts, but this ride was further out of town so he had driven. “Yes, that would be nice,” I replied. I walked with him to his black Toyota pickup truck.Image highlighting text that says: Bicycling for him is like flying for a bird.

The tabbouleh was cold and delicious, and the nourishment began to revive me. To be honest, I pushed myself hard on this ride because I wanted to impress him. Bicycling was obviously effortless for him, as natural as flying for a bird. As I munched on tabbouleh, I wondered if I’d ever achieve his level of mastery and fitness.

Part of me was surprised to be so interested in this guy. After breaking up with a long-time boyfriend, I’d decided I’d had enough of men. I turned to exercise to work out my frustrations. I wanted to try the rides offered by our local bike club.

I had a beater bike from my college years, but didn’t want to bring it to these rides. I decided to treat myself to my first good quality bike. So I headed to a local bike shop, where they fixed me up with a neon yellow Trek road bike.

I started showing up for the club’s Wednesday night social rides. They were rather informal affairs. I’m not sure they even had an official ride leader. Everyone always looked expectantly to this guy to lead the ride. He accepted his role nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Before each ride he’d go around the parking lot to help people pump up flat tires, adjust seats, generally check for loose things and make sure everyone had a bike that was ready to ride.Image of text highlighting Carol's observation. She writes: Little did I know what I was getting into when I bought that neon yellow Trek!

He never drove to these social rides. He always arrived by bike. After the ride, he made sure everyone returned safely and had their bikes properly loaded onto their cars. Then he left as he came, by bike. Always by himself. I wondered where he came from and where he went.

I was quite sure he was younger than me, way younger. That, along with my determination to avoid men, held me back. At the time he had long flowing black hair, the kind you see on heartthrobs adorning the covers of paperback romance books. He was thin, like he hadn’t quite grown into his frame. He was part of the bicycling group and yet he wasn’t. He stood apart, independent, never associating with anyone too closely. I found myself more and more intrigued.

And so I was surprised when the group stopped one day at a restaurant and he pulled a chair up to the table where I was seated.

That’s when it hit me that perhaps Mighk Wilson was interested in talking to me because he was interested in talking to me, not just because I was the “new rider.”

The rest, as they say, is history. I never did achieve Mighk’s level of bicycling proficiency. But fortunately we enjoy biking together on a tandem. A sure way to not get dropped!

Over the years we’ve participated in many kinds of bicycling – off-road, tandem, road riding, touring, bicycling for transportation – and we’ve acquired many wonderful bicycling friends along the way. Next year will be our 25th wedding anniversary.

By the way, today is Mighk’s birthday. He’s actually seven months older than me. :-)

I’ve watched Mighk grow into a nationally recognized transportation planning and bicycling professional. I’m especially proud of the work he’s doing as executive director for the American Bicycling Education Association.

Like so many others, I feel confident that following Mighk is the right thing to do. I’m just grateful he picked me to be his lifetime riding companion.

Little did I know what I was getting into when I bought that yellow Trek!

Photo of Mighk & Carol Wilson on their tandem bicycle, celebrating the grand opening of the Cross Seminole Trail with the Florida Freewheelers.

Celebrating the grand opening of the Cross Seminole Trail in Central Florida (1999)


Photo of Carol & Mighk Wilson on mountain bikes at the Suwanee Bicycle Festival in North Florida.

Enjoying the trails at Suwanee Bicycle Festival in North Florida (1998)

Photo of Carol and Mighk Wilson and their bicycles on a bald rock in DuPont State Forest in North Carolina.

On a bald rock in DuPont State Forest (North Carolina, 1997)

Photo of Carol & Mighk Wilson from 1993, shortly after they met, standing on a beach in Casey Key, FL.

The new couple in Casey Key, FL (1993)

Photo of Mighk & Carol Wilson on their tandem bicycle in the Colorado Rockies.

Mighk & Carol riding over Colorado’s Boreas Pass in 2015


6 replies
  1. Tim Potter
    Tim Potter says:

    Loved this story on so many levels. The power of social bike rides is immense and thankfully they’re growing in numbers all over the country to provide the social benefits of bicycling that driving a car around by oneself can’t hope to provide.

  2. Melissa @ HerGreenLife
    Melissa @ HerGreenLife says:

    What a great bikey romance! I’ll add that being on the same page as your partner about how to ride (i.e., both being CyclingSavvy grads) makes biking together much more pleasant :)


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