Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace
posted by Tom Peterson @ 7:57 AM
"I'm the kind of G that little hommies wanna be like, on their knees in the night saying prayers in the streetlight..." so, yeah, I am a BIG deal... Twitter: @TomIPeterson. www.petersonbicycle.com
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