Dear Wind,

Dear Wind, to think that you the most silent of mother natures gifts could be so violent. Many times we’ve fought and many times you’ve given me strength. But to hate you that is something I’ll never understand. The cyclists who fight the elements turn into warriors on wheels. The energy that burns inside wont ever go out and for the will of fire thats held dormant it will shine and effect those around you. Trust in your strength when fighting the elements you might surprise an ego or two when leading the pace-line to victory.



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