I don’t know how to describe the feeling I have right now as I read the Wall Street Journal’s article on Lance Armstrong. I have a heavy feeling in my chest.
Since I learned how to ride I have been a huge fan of the bicycle. I still can picture every bike I’ve owned since I was 8 years old. The pride I had when I got my pastel blue GT Pro Performer, the excitement of being surprised on my birthday with my first mountain bike, a chrome Fuji Thrill. I have never lost the love for bicycles (I should take a picture of the bike wall in the garage) and the feeling they give me when I ride.