When I ride it's like the earth stops at every corner so I can check to make sure a, loud, car isn't roaring towards me. It's like that feeling in your chest that tells you that everything is going to be ok, yet your mind is screaming at you that it won't be. I ride because I was thought that you need to be active in life, but it was never about the one hour of activity time we are supposed to have growing up. it was much more than that. I didn't need help to ride, I needed help to face down my enemies, or conquer my dreams. But I definitely don't need help to force my two legs to move back and forth with such a momentum that my 2 wheels wobbled underneath my narrow, strong, body. That squeak because who really need brakes to work properly,
