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…
I walked around the bend, Death Bend as I called it growing up. A sharp turn with a manageable hill. One moment you’re veering left, the next you’ve completely turned the opposite way. The canopy of trees lining both sides give an added sense of intimacy. As if any interaction might light a spark ending…