| Comment | You're right, sometimes when I shut my eyes at night, I can still see my dad's strong, upright back before me, his helmet bobbing from side to side, hair glinting in the sun. It's led to all sorts of lifelong risk behaviours like building painful levels of lactic acid up in my thighs on a long incline or crouching low to the handlebars and enjoying a descent far more than anyone ought. |
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