RIDE THE RIDE, GLIDE THE GLIDE.

You know what is fun?

Gliding down a hill, and you start to pick up speed at the speed that you were already saying ‘WOW’ to.

It is even more fun when it is a hill you have never been on before.

You have a firm grip.

The sound is fantastic.

You are looking at nothing and everything.

…And you are a hundredth of a second away from moving your fingers to hover over the brake, but you never do.

‘I am flying,’ is in your head.

Gliding is wonderful.

You do not always have to pedal.

Haha, it is okay.

I mean your bike is even telling you to glide.

It does not happen very often.

Enjoy it.

Stretch your neck.

Stretch each leg out, one down at a time.

You know when it is time to start pedalling again.

Before long, you will start to see anyone who may have passed you.

You will come up to them faster than you think.

You had a nice little break.

You are good to go again.

Leave them all behind you.

‘Ride the ride, glide the glide.’

Insert roller coaster emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY TO RIDE

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