When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
There is indeed nothing quite like hopping on your bike at wat o’clock and zipping through a deserted campus at breakneck speed.
Feels good, man.
Fuck yes. When I’m at my parents’ I take the car and speed around deserted country lanes in the small hours. Love.
Mmm.