choose cycling
Choose life. Choose a bike. Choose cycling.
Choose a clunky hybrid. Choose a gravel bike. Choose a fucking overpriced aero bike.
Choose a carbon frame you can’t afford, wheels lighter than air, and a saddle so uncomfortable it feels a personal insult.
Choose a GPS computer, power meters, cadence sensors. Choose Strava segments, KOMs, and the glory of beating your own PB.
Choose lycra, padded bib shorts, jerseys with too many pockets. Cleats you can't walk in and gloves that smell like death
Choose 6 am alarms, stuffing gels into pockets, and debating the marginal gains of shaving your legs.
Choose mud splattered faces, gravel in your teeth. Choose climbs that make your legs scream and descents that make you question your life choices.
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose cycling:
I chose to saddle up, show up, and keep going.
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons, you’ve got cycling.
Choose cycling.
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