The world of a cyclist is full of wonder:
The wind breathes freedom into my veins and hurries fear away into sweet song.
The sun chases clouds into swift retreat, even in the rain.
The incline gives glories untold as lungs gasp for precious air.
The wheels fly, pedals spinning, muscles screaming, chain singing.
The agony creates joy, rivers of sweat pouring off.
The smells of life drift by like the colors of a rainbow.
The ride changes a man as pain mixes with pleasure and dreams become real.
The world of a cyclist is full of wonder.
Because perhaps man invented the car and plane,
But God created the bicycle to give man wings.
Its time to ride…
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