On the note of riding。

When I am on my bike, I realize there's no better way to feel you, to get close to you, and I think of that every single moment.

Whether it's climbing in the 100 degree 330 in Austin or Alpes d'Huez, or on the flat bike path near the pacific ocean, we breathe the sticky or crisp air, and look at patches of sands or the stubborn snow in May while sweats found its way in our eyes. In the solitude of cycling and life, though I don't race, no one understands me as much as you do.

A Night on the Couch

I had a boisterous night at the pier, with a bunch of people that is a mixture of close friends, recently closer friends, and strangers. Shoveling down all types of seafood and I had to admit that I am never and prob will not be a big fan of crabs. Although I do enjoy it from time to time.

Announcement

I am going to turn here into my therapy list - I will start writing daily about misc and emotional stuffs, all dedicated to my woman. If you are not interested in reading them, time to unsubscribe/unfollow me.

Tks,
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