cycling everyday can quite easily make you start to hate people. The slight irritation building everyday as someone, swerves out in front of you, passes you within 30cm, or straight up walks out in front of you with a blank stare expressing “your in the wrong”. Yet still when i’m cycleing and see the cyclist in front of me get cut off, boil over with rage and shout “FUCKING BELLEND” at a driver i feel a sense of shame on their behalf and quietly think to myself - “twat”.
cycling is also a very isolating experience, you are vulnerable, a very movable object amongst a sea of unstoppable forces. Yet this also creates a sense of content, giving you space to think as the wind blows against your cheeks and engines rumble by. You think of work, college, climbing, cycling, music, art, ideas, concepts and the meaning of life. Any conclusions you draw are forgotten the moment you step of the pedals.
