A calm series of distractions. Cars just move out of my way. The hill doesn't kill me. The bumps don't hurt. I pedal and pedal and feel the muscles groan and bitch at me. I pedal more.
Don't stop me.
Don't get in my way.
I may slow down but I'm not stopping.
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