When you go for a ride and you feel like nothing in the world can stop you.
You speed down the hills as fast as you can, pedaling downhill to go even faster.
The wind is blowing against your hood; it sounds like an angry seashell.
You take the turns effortlessly; drifting around the curve
being one with the bike.
You might feel like a racer or perhaps some fearsome biking ninja.
You feel your legs moving with each stroke; the give and pull of muscles.
You feel your lungs fill with air; then you exhale
it burns a little.
Your extremities might feel cold, but you don't care.
You're on the ride of your life; the only thing moving