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The Human Cyclist by Human Cyclist - 1M ago

I can't remember when I stopped counting. I know not what compels me to ride all day, traversing distances some people think twice about when driving. Anything less than 100 miles is now a short ride. When did that happen?
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The Human Cyclist by Human Cyclist - 2M ago

Beauty can lie within the ordinary. The humdrum. The good old commute.
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A story more interesting than the subject. Clip on aero bars? Yawn. And yet my first ride took me by surprise. It was thrilling! My new found speed was electric, amplified by my new position closer to the ground. How quick?
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A peek into the madness that is the amateur cyclist's daily life. So Pro...
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The Human Cyclist by Human Cyclist - 6M ago

ill never happen to me. Yet it did. Humiliation, defeat, weakness. It wasn't even a quick ride. Bumpf, gone, just like that. Dropped.
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The Human Cyclist by Human Cyclist - 7M ago

New Zealand. Everything is vast. The journey. The deep blue sea. Mountains as far as the eye can see. Landscapes that steal your soul. The number of tourists...
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A ride five years in the making and all over in 3 minutes and 12 seconds.
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The Human Cyclist by Human Cyclist - 10M ago

Cycling is weird enough. Lycra. Funny hats. Chafing cream. It's little wonder the sport hands out some very odd prizes. Piglet anyone? Giant sausage?
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Off the map. The tarmac ends just like that. No warning. Mud, gravel and rocks ahead. Behind the ignominy of retreat, of surrender. Time to hit the mud.
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