While I was out yesterday, thinking of things to write about, I randomly started to question myself and why I actually ride a bike. I could of easily said because I want to race etc. and I’m more than sure that it’s well over half the reason.
But then I was thinking, there must be something else I enjoy about it, I’m not racing 99% of the time and the promise of racing isn’t great enough at this time of year to keep me training. Then it quite literally hit me after climbing a hill that’s notorious in my club.
Yep, it’s the feeling of being able to see stuff like that on a daily basis and being able to get to it under my own steam. Or in short, the freedom.