I love the “hum” of rubber, 700×23, tires as they tear through countless miles of pavement.
I love the “click-click” of the fly wheel as someone stops their cadence to catch a breath.
I love the “thunk” of the rear derailleur downshifting when someone jumps on the sprint.
But, this isn’t really about that.
I love looking over my shoulder, knowing the guy behind me has cracked.
I love the burn caused by muscles screamin for oxygen as you climb, climb, climb.
But, this isn’t really about that.
He makes everything glorious.
-junglejon