Wed
Jan
4
I ask myself:
Why do I ride?
Why do I subject myself to the burning legs, the gasping breath, the stinging sweat in my eyes?
Why do I surround myself with reckless drivers, the unrelenting heat, the suffocation of tainted air?
Why do I decide to ride when I can’t even summon the strength to roll out of bed?
And I ask myself:
Do I know a better way to feel completely alive?
