Most people have new beginnings often, usually on a sat morning with a hangover. But sometimes once you've crossed the imaginary line, there's really no turning back. New beginnings always start on every ride, every pedal stroke, and it doesn't stop till u are bent and broken.
Not many can appreciate the joys and torturous ideals that this beautiful sport places on us, but many who do don't just carve out sculpted legs reminiscent of Greek statues. Rather, each ride is an epiphany, well-timed among the chaos of what we call life. For these people, riding is the only joy they can describe as being constant.
hopefully, this would be a true reflection and account of the things that have passed and are soon to be.