Flying with wheels
Because I do not always have the time we want,
Because it is sometimes necessary, delay any going out to the hills,
Because the priorities we have sometimes like to play occasional jokes,
Because until you thought that I had already fallen from my bike …
No, I have not fallen off the bike, I keep riding in the street in my city, under the harsh sun that in recent weeks has worn and wants us not forget that he is still the master of this little corner of the galaxy …
We keep riding, and I took part with 300 other riders and we enjoy a Sunday morning in the nearby mountain village of Mazamitla. If I win? of course! if I come first? Of course not!, but still I won, a great achievement in this 2012, my lungs up the cobbled streets of the dusty town and then gaps between oaks and pines.
Great downhills fulling my veins with adrenaline at the time our face filled with dust, but in the end, coming back to town and see how the patrols would step for me and my aluminum horse, to reach the goal and see my girl receiving me with a huge smile … what else I can I ask?
I’ll keep riding, because it is not just ride the bike, is to live my own life style!