The mountains, they lure me, with their jagged ridge lines and sweeping shadows.

The mountains, they lure me, with their jagged ridge lines and sweeping shadows.
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As the lungs try to break free from my chest and the legs burn from the inside out, I winder sometimes why I get on a bike, day after day, week after week. I don't think it's the riding itself that I like so much - it's the sights, sounds and smells to which no motorized vehicle can transport me.