Nights Like These


Do you remember? The first time you found your love for cycling? That moment when you realized the freedom you had while riding?

It’s cold here, and grey, and rain clouds sit perched above my small town. And its nights like these where I will myself to remember why I love this sport so much. Remember why it’s worth hours of suffer on a trainer and why I push myself harder each spin class. So at the beginning of a new season and more light and warmth, I can go out and once again feel that love and conquer new roads and trails and see even more if this amazing world.

As Hemingway said, “It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.”

Sometimes, on nights like these, it’s best to think back to that moment when like became love and then became life, and drift off to sleep, perchance, to dream, of the next awaiting adventure.


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