The Joy of Riding - II

Tonight I was thinking about how hard riding is right now. I'm not so well, busy as hell and the weather hasn't been great.

I had a call from my mate Steve who's been off the bike with illness for quite a few weeks. It was great just to hear him wax lyrical about how good it had been to spend half an hour on the wind trainer today. It made me realise just how lucky I am to have been able to ride as much as I have. How good it is to get out there with the wind in my hair and push those pedals round.

I just want to carry that feeling with me like a talisman. Every time I get cold, tired and wet. Every time some dick feels I need to be yelled at or scared with their big impressive car. Every time it just seems so hard to get out of bed.

I own that feeling. It's the reason to get cold, tired, wet, abused, scared and tired.

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

Queen

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