Prison On The Saddle -final- -shimizuan- Site

Today was the final stage.

I nodded, clipped back in, and crawled the last three kilometers at 6 kph. A true prisoner of the saddle. But now, a prisoner with a destination. Prison on the Saddle -Final- -Shimizuan-

So go. Ride until it hurts. Then ride until the hurt turns into a kind of prayer. And when you can’t go any further, look for the blue curtain. Today was the final stage

I dropped my bike against a post—didn’t even lock it. If someone wanted to steal it, they’d be doing me a favor for exactly four seconds, until they tried the first pedal stroke. clipped back in