This is my bike. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My bike is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My bike, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless. I must ride my bike true. I must corner better than the cager who is trying to kill me. I must pass him before he doors me. I will...

My bike and I know that what counts in riding are not the miles we ride, the sound of our wheels, nor the pavement we pound. We know that it is the ride itself that counts. We will ride...

My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a sister. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its cranks and its gears. I will keep my bike clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My bike and I are the defenders of freedom. We are the masters of the road and the trail. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is for all wheels and there is no enemy, but sharing the road!


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