• there is a moment, a threshold, in cycling when your body deeply understands what it is to be a cyclist. A corporeal understanding of feeling cycling. This is not just to ride, but to be. Feeling and knowing this doesn’t make anything easier, though it provides a thicker palette. It is what happens you look at a climb, while walking or driving, and you already feel a cadence, muscles, your core. When you do not ride this is lost, and it makes getting back on that much distant.

  • it is a holiday not-holiday. A conference paper and slides loom near, and she an essay and VCE class plans. It is shuffling time and each other. A tactical making do that sees a soft autumn blue passing us by.

  • when you do not ride and cyclists pass you are ashamed of your weakness