It's always playing for me, even when it's not on the stereo. It's in my head. It's in my energy. It's running through my veins. I can't get enough of it. The base line, the drum solo and the vocals focusing my attention away from the loud noises that often absorb the inside of my head.
Perhaps it's just a distraction. When I ride I never listen to music, sometimes a song will be stuck in my head but I never ride with headphones. The music is in the freehub, it's in the chain rhythmically clicking over the cogs and the crankset; it's in the air and the terrain.
The music is the journey. The music is the quiet content that is the sun rise or the sun set; it's the moment of breathing at the top of the climb; it's the dance we do on top of the pedals.
There is a rhythm to cycling, any cyclist worth their weight knows what that means. Therefore, the very essence of cycling is musical. It has structure, a body and verses we all know well. The bike is simply the instrument. The road and trail, the geography of the ride, is the beat.
Racing is a symphony and solo ventures are piano concerto's.
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