The air is humming as I cut through it on my matte black Bianchi Oltre. Not the newest model, much like myself, but I’ve taken good care of it over the years; regular rides, regular maintenance. My body and the bike know where we are, and the rest of the route ahead. What they might not have realized is I’m off this week. No work and more time. I’ve been thinking about riding out to the city, to the mountains, wherever I can get to between sunup and sundown.
Cycles of Love
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