When learning music, repetition is important. This is likely why my housemate plays the same song over and over. I’m not complaining. I like the song, and he’s pretty good. He also plays a version of the same song sometimes while he’s cooking dinner. This is the song.
Repetition teaches bodily rhythms. Rhythms live in bodies. Perhaps this is why when we rode our bikes onto Wagon Wheel, a trail named after the old wooden wheel found during its creation, this song popped in my head.
More precisely, the words for the refrain of this song popped in my head.
As the song played in my head, I found comfort in its rhythm as I maneuvered the curves of the single track. I started softly singing aloud.Wagon Wheel Rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama any way you feel Hey, mama rock me. Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a southbound train Hey, mama rock me.
Over and over my lips repeated the refrain as my bike rolled over the terrain without stutters and stops. The lessons of music repetition flowed into arms, legs, nerves, and balance. Perhaps the music simply distracted me from over-thinking my riding. Perhaps it made me ride more in muscle-memory moments than in fearful what-ifs.
Regardless, I plan to keep singing.