Until yesterday afternoon I could get on my bike at any time and just go.
Until yesterday afternoon I loved riding with a group.
Until yesterday afternoon I could find ways to process things on my bike.
But not after yesterday afternoon. I got stuck in the past. Literally stuck in one place. Unable to move.
The bike isn’t helping. It actually has become a reminder.
I need to find that Bike magic again. And the guy who rode that bike.
Relentless
(*this was written the day after PPR brought 2.0 to a ride I was part of)
