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If you took away my bikes;

The thought makes me jittery and anxious. It would be the most personal of losses. No one else would ever understand the intricate complexities of this relationship. Intertwining deep to a soul level. Life would be flat hard.

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Riding makes the daily grind ok. Shared adventures create closer bonds – especially the tough, Did Not Finish ones. Reflecting and scheming alike make day one and two of a regular week slip painlessly past. Cycling comrades lessens life’s persistent haunt of loneliness. Harmless heckling distracts from existential pointlessness.

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Without my bikes there would be nothing to grab hold of, embrace and get stuck into. I would be lost.

Words and photos by @v.mazie

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