Actually, it makes no difference whether you hurry to the road in search of new experiences different from the terrain, or if you just praise the road alone. You put on your jersey and shorts, fasten your helmet and set off. You know what’s wait- ing for you. Just your sweat and an intoxicating whiz in your ears. Lightness, elegance, smooth speed. A fight with speed in the flat country, a dogged biting off metres when going uphill, and an adhesion test in the sharp bends when going downhill. No shaking, jumping about, no slow cutting off an overgrown trail. Now you’re holding the handlebars close to the stem, and after a while you’re lying in the bottom curve of the handle- bars. Just pure nobleness and you. You love the feeling, alone or in a group, where you take turns with the others to show them your back later at the crucial moment. You cope with crosswind and headwind with the knowledge that after a while your exertion will revert when the fellow wind starts blowing into your back. While having a shower, you see yourself grab- bing your Rock Machine Raceride thoroughly by the hair once more. You see yourself having a good time again.

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