The wind in your face.
Two wheels spinning underneath you.
An open road widening ahead, smooth, empty.
Riding a bike is like no other feeling… the very action symbolizes freedom of movement.
Today, I rode again with the Afghan National Women’s Cycling Team, as we continue to support these fabulous young women that dare to ride. The girls meet weekly under the frenetic whistle blowing of Coach Seddiq to ride their bikes and learn to race.
I was back to check in with the girls, do a little training and coaching, and make plans for future support and racing.
Eleven girls came out to ride. Only three had I met before, Mariam, Nazifa, and Massouma had all been part of the Afghan Cycles film project we are working on with filmmaker Sarah Menzies of Let Media. Sadaf and Farzana were with their families and couldn’t make it. I kissed them each three times on the cheek and gave each a squeeze. Then I turned to face the rest of the girls assembled. Four were with the American University, one more is studying German at the Goethe Institute. Some had ridden bikes since they were young, growing up in Iran, before their families returned to Afghanistan when they were teenagers.
Others literally learned to ride a few months ago.
We unloaded the bikes and lined up, while Coach introduced me, and we split the group into the girls that were comfortable riding and those that were still learning. I had planned some hill repeat drills on the smooth road that led up to the mountain, to build strength and stamina. We warmed up running long laps at an easy pace, and it was soon apparent that there was something more important than hill repeats.
We headed back to Coach and Najibullah, and sat the girls down for a lesson in shifting. The irony was not lost on me, a singlespeed rider that doesn’t use gears on my own bikes teaching Afghan girls to shift.
Each bike is radically different in where the shifters are located, and which way they work, so I told the girls that each time they ride, they need to work their warm ups as shifting practice. All the way up and all the way down… this is made more difficult than it should be thanks to the lack of bike maintenance. I thought my bike maintenance skills are bad, comments from those that know me best, but I don’t have a derailleur. Chains skipped, one locked in place, and the one I was riding starting making loud clicking noises. No wonder the girls didn’t shift!
So lesson number two. BIke maintenance. I told Coach, if we were going to bring over more bikes they needed to be maintained every week. I would reach out to Pedro’s for oil, etc. but we would need to do some maintenance clinics next visit and perhaps develop a position designated team mechanic that could maintain the mens and women’s team bikes.
We discussed the next steps of supporting the teams, both the men’s and women’s, in terms of equipment, coaching, and funding. Both teams need funding so that they can accept the invitations from other countries to come race, and even to transport the teams to safe training areas. There is no racing in Afghanistan, but when offers come to race in Pakistan, India, and the upcoming Asia Games, they need to be able to accept so that their experience is built. Step by step building a viable team that is interacting with their regional counterparts and gaining experience and showcasing Afghanistan’s progress. Mountain2Mountain is beyond thrilled to support them and build support throughout Afghanistan for women’s cycling.