To live is to sleep
To ride is to awaken…

Feeling only whole
When the wheels are spinning
The gears turning
The wind whistling
My ride is like my life
Hills valleys
Climbs descents
Pleasure and pain
A million different sensations
Telling me I’m alive
I’m here
In the moment

Neither pleasure
Nor pain
Nor the wind
Can stop the onward surge
Created by the torque of the chain

The gears
The veins
The beating heart
Behind the facade

I am not a rider
I am not a machine
So much more than what the eye sees
The ears hear
I am so much more

I do not live to ride
Nor ride to live
I ride because I live
I ride
Because

I am