Monday, July 11, 2011

The Glory Of Biking

Hi Readers,

When we talk about the greats like Lance Armstrong, Miguel Indurain, Bernard Hinault, Eddy Merckx, and Jacques Anquetil, we reckon their sheer strength and determination to push the human body to its extreme.

The life-achievements of Mr. Lance Armstrong excites me the most. He is the one who is best known for winning the Tour de France a record seven consecutive times, after having survived testicular cancer. The comeback is just unmatchable just as his determination.

The thrill of speed and agility solely by the combination of a Man and a Simple Machine. The fuel is the blood of the rider and breath rustling through its nostrils.

The feeling of having the full control of the machine, with each push of the pedal accelerating it and the wind gushing by the pair of ears, makes the rider exhilarate and renders her/him breathless. Even on a day when the air is still and silent, the rider can make the same happen at her/his whims and fancies.

A rider, owning a MTB (Mountain Terrain Bike), goes off the track and takes the road less taken, traversed and traveled. The rider readies itself to tackle the narrow roads, the muddy and slippery ones, or the sagging sandy ones, or the patches of grass and rocks. The rider encounters quick turns and wins them over by executing quick and impromptu manoeuvres.

When a rider stops to catch the breath, the sweat, already overloaded on the pair of eyebrows, drips on the eyelids and flows into the eyes. It burns, yeah, it surely does, but this is an experience which only the bikers know and they cherish it! The clothes are wet with salty sweat from the collar to the socks and from one cuff to the other.

After the biking session, with an electrified mind and overcharged senses, the rider takes careful and tiny sips of the lava-hot filter coffee and start a new day!!

Such is a life, we bikers love and lead!!

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