I found it roughly 12:30 at night, with streets damp with rain and the stars just barely shinning through. Rows upon rows of lights and everyone in suburbia tucked into their safe houses. And with no car around for miles I had the entire road to ride my bike in, with weather so nice I would of happily been wearing shorts if I had thought of it. The only sound was the hum of my chain and the wind blowing me forward. I couldn’t ask for much more.
This has been the most mild winter in Chicago that I’ve seen. It’s been a pleasure, but I’m starting to miss my shorts, shitty biking tan lines, and humidity. Today was a wonderful reminder of how lovely Chicago can be when the suns out after 5 days of gray and slush.
“I guess I’ve got a sick desire for pain and suffering. I love it. … I love it. When you get your form right, [have] great legs … Just to be able to go out there and inflict as much pain on everyone as possible, it’s a really good feeling.”