Most cyclists would agree that there are some very special relationships in their lives. There is the relationship with their bikes*, of course. And the relationships with their favourite local roads or trails. A rider learns their moods, and their differing characters over time, and comes to an understanding and respect of a very deep and meaningful kind. This understanding is rewarded with those riding days where bike, terrain and rider work harmoniously together and produce crisp, bright memories of effortless speed to be cherished for years to come.
Oh, and I understand some riders have relationships with other humans too.
But the relationship I’m writing to talk about now is another, with which most riders will be familiar.
It’s about the legs.
Yep, the engine room. The pistons. The guns.
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