Cycling is like life. Cycling with no goal is meaningless. What meaning is there cycling in circles? Or living aimlessly? Meaning comes from direction and destination. Join me in my life's journey on a mountain bike :)

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Swiftly with the slickies

To Fort Road, 30 km. I make my rare guest appearance at the Wed night rides. There's seven of us, only two familiar faces. It's a mystery of life, how people come and go. Another mystery is how things change so much. Like they guy who once rode a Litespeed and now, a Martini. Everyone is on slicks and one guy on a mountain bike leads the pack with his aerobars. We cycle in the low 30s but when I break for home, I ride over 40 km/h. Number of near misses: 2.

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