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Speed
Silence
The sound of the wheels
Hands holding tightly on the handlebars
I don’t have two legs, I simply have a way to transmit speed to the bike
Adrenalin and lactic acid battle for supremacy
I don’t think I don’t have anything of civil or courteous
You go like arrows
You pedal. Hard
I have no memories
No past, no future
Only present
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