Just listen to the air:
The tranquillity, the isolation, the sound of silence.
I listen to the air every single time I go cycling.
Every single time I spend at least four hours on my carbon saddle,
Every single time I navigate seventy miles on the Pacific Coast Highway,
Battling headwinds, stray ocean mists, and crazy Los Angeles drivers,
I listen to the whistling wind and my singing wheels to get away from it… Continue