Form.
It’s always there, waiting for you, not to be ignored, nor to be neglected. There are really no big secrets in cycling, it is just about putting in hard miles every day. Through seemingly endless cross winds, on days when you can barely squeeze the brakes your hands are so cold and times when your grip on reality slowly slides away, you just put in the miles. The thing is, somewhere along the way you find your form. It can sneak up on you, but you will find it, and on that day you get in your drops and for a moment, if I can channel Mr. Vonnegut: everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.








