Every so often, as the sun’s coming up, and you have a good tail wind, and the pavement is as smooth as polished marble, and it’s so quiet that all you can hear is the wind in your ears and the light hum of your tires, you suddenly feel as if you’re flying and you realize what a lucky dog you are to be on a bike and not stuck in traffic in one of those internal combustion cages called automobiles.

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