Every rider that I pass, and every rider that passes me, is an opportunity to compare … pulling me out of the zen and into the petty. Thirty seconds later they’re out of sight, and I’m back where I belong.
Every rider that I pass, and every rider that passes me, is an opportunity to compare … pulling me out of the zen and into the petty. Thirty seconds later they’re out of sight, and I’m back where I belong.