It struck me as to what today really emphasized for me in my existence. When you ride a bicycle, especially within an urban vortex, your life is quite ephemeral. Drivers talk of dented bumpers and annoying calls to insurance. Cyclists talk of other cyclist friends we've lost.

Push it as much as is fun, treasure your steed and elminate any lingering, or festering, hate. Isn't pedaling constantly about finding dynamic peace? Or, at least torture?