The white noise came back tonight. I forgot how it felt to be in the midst of it all, yet not feel a thing. Everything was transferred into my legs, moved through my pedals, and came out on the road. It was freeing…but when the wheels stop, where do you go?
I’ve built a new engine, and the fuel is BIG. I have to be careful not to blow it up, because I want to come out of the gate like cannon ball. I want it all on the outside.
The bike is an extension of every emotion I’ve ever felt. My riding is an expression of every emotion I’ve ever felt. I filter my life into the cadence that pushes my wheels across the ground.
And right now…there’s too much. Too much.