I'm usually singing, or humming, just making some noise to myself in my helmet. But it's all good, because I know that nobody can hear my horrid voice through my helmet and over the bike. I've caught myself thinking "it's amazing how wonderful cam gears sound." And then I find someplace out in the middle of nowhere and I pull over and shut it down and sit in the grass and do not much but enjoy the sun and the quiet and friends.
But I haven't been able to ride in over a year and a half, so I'm itching to ride again. I've already gotten over the withdrawals, so it's time to ride again.
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece, but to skid across the line broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out, leaking oil, shouting GERONIMO!"
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