Hard Cycling
So, round and round we go, but the truth be told not all roundabouts are the same. There is on not too far from me as I type this that is always busy, no matter the time of the night or day. Always. And there are five roads joining, five busy roads. And it is not designed to help cyclists. Cycling is just hard. Just hard.
This cult of feelgood, constant feelgood, has few outcomes. It could be you never listen to anything again, no rocking the boat from the outside. Or it could be you never hear anything again, noticing the boat is rocking. Or it could be you never believe anything again, no knowing the boat is rocking. Rock me, rock my world.
