The mornings are getting harder, the nights are getting shorter. My legs are angry a lot more – but I keep wanting to ride more. It’s a tough thing for me, sometimes. One side of me reflects back to my Read More …
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The mornings are getting harder, the nights are getting shorter. My legs are angry a lot more – but I keep wanting to ride more. It’s a tough thing for me, sometimes. One side of me reflects back to my Read More …