I love the evening rides this time of the year.
The Lady Friend asked me "Doesn't it get boring pounding the same pavement
all the time?"
I tried to explain that it not about the route or where i'm going,
but more bout the feeling of pushing down on the pedals, accelerating, cutting trough the warm
evening air, with a light buzz in your head and some good tunes in your ears..
Charging into the climbs and grinding to the top, fainting for breath just to do it again,
To feel the rush of being totally drained, fighting for every inch of the road.
And that burning feeling IS the ride not the distance traveled..
Thats where i think i lost here attention..
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