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.