Some rides are more beautiful than others. But all rides give me time to think. So all rides are beautiful. And on some rides I think more and on some, less. It matters little if I go deep or simply ponder a bit about – say, nothing at all. To ride. To think. This is where the beauty is.
Today my mind wandered to how much I love riding, especially all of this year. I’ve been on since early February. It’s November. I thought about how my self-worth was once tethered to race results. It used to run my life. I no longer race. Now I just ride, and think about things.
All This By Hand