“Confessions to My Two-Wheeled Love”

🚴‍♀️❤️ I Miss My Life With You

I call you every week, like someone dialing an old love they still can’t get over. Yes, that’s me—the person who talks about a bicycle as if it were a lover. And I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. ❤️‍🩹

I used to wake up at 3 or 4 a.m. with the same ease I had as a kid on my first trip to Disneyland. That light, absurd, almost childish joy… that’s exactly how it feels when I pedal. Why do I love cycling? How do I explain it without sounding dramatic, poetic, or completely obsessed? 🤷‍♀️

Honestly, I can’t. So I try. And I try badly.

Every chance I get, I invite someone to get on a bike. As if I wanted to spread this beautiful madness: 🌿 peace ❤️ love 🕊️ freedom ❄️ and that cold winter wind hitting my face like the bold caress of youth. That’s how it feels. That’s how I remember it.

When I pedal, there are no limits. Time stops existing. The worries of daily life go on pause, obeying some invisible traffic light. The body flies. And I, clumsy with words, try to describe something that can only be felt— that mix of joy, nostalgia, and euphoria constantly asking me when I’ll return. What needs to happen so I can go back to that delicious reality where I lived between creativity, pedals, and ocean waves? 🌊

Forgive my messy attempt to explain my cycling love. I’m not technical. I don’t know all the routes or the last names of the world’s best cyclists. And honestly? I don’t care. They were never the ones riding with me. The one who did was my father—with infinite patience—buying me bike after bike, while I pedaled innocently through the streets with no helmet and no sense of danger. Classic Gen X, you know. 😅

And yes, I already used the word “love.” Who cares. I love cycling. I love its rhythm. Sometimes it even feels like the bike hugs me— Is that absurd? Maybe… or maybe not, if one day I find another cycling soul like mine. 🚴‍♂️💫

I go online and watch people who started with their first 10 minutes—those who felt fear, anger, grief… and how cycling changed them. I want to return to that too.

I miss you. I hope I find the bridge back to waking up early, putting on my shoes, shorts, jersey, hydrating, looking at the sky, saying “thank you,” and getting on my bike— that silent companion who knows all my secrets. 🤍

Sorry if I couldn’t express it right. Maybe the best thing is for you to just get on a bike. Once you’re there, you’ll understand everything. 🚴‍♀️✨