“Ever bike? Now that’s something that makes life worth living! I take exercise every afternoon that way. O- to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it (lie doesn’t hit it at all), and go ripping and tearing through the streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds, avoiding collisions, at twenty miles or more an hour, and wondering all the time when you’re going to smash up. Well now, that’s something! And then go home again after three hours of it, into the tub, rub down well, then into a soft shirt and down to the dinner table, with the evening paper and a cigarette in prospect – and then to think that tomorrow I can do it all over again!” – Jack London, in The Letters of Jack London

“One of the reasons I ride is because it hurts at times. There’s a certain discipline and freedom that comes when you push yourself to the limit. There have been times when my heart is about to jump out of my chest, my tongue is dragging in my spokes, and i’m sucking wind like a vacuum cleaner. And just when every nerve and fiber screams you can’t do any more, somebody jumps and you take off after him, forgetting the pain. Later when you look inside yourself, you see things a littile deeper, a little wider, and a little clearer. You realise that you can do things you never thought you could. Your dreams get a little bigger, your hopes a little stronger.” – Rich Griffith

Albert Einstein on the theory of relativity:

I thought of that while riding my bike