the good times were then
there was a time when we were out and laughing out lout while riding.there were times when we rode into the sunset after work and came home way after dark, why because we were happy there was no wind, no things that would be against us, jus plain and simple just us and our bikes. it seemed a more simple time back then before the pandemic stroke, because we could ride from here to barcelona and found a million little cafes on the road that gave us the intake of coffein we needed, to make the stretch of 286 km with backpacks in the rain but we all smiled the whole way. i can not think of a moment were i thought i wished i was on a beach or something, i was contempt with where i was and what i was doing. riding my bike.
seeing my friends and ride with them, breathe the wonderful fresh air of being outside, feeling my legs get harder every time and always i will do remember that it will get that broadest smile there is after getting back or getting somewhere i need to go. riding a bike is part of my soul and it lives in me. i really do love it so much…
and as it will, we will ride again brother !
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