Choose life. Choose a frame. Choose the material. Choose a fucking expensive wheel set, choose work stands, grips, carbon drop bars and ergo trainers. Choose good health, adrenaline rushes and flat tires. Choose hipsters with their fixies. Choose a collection of locks. Choose spandex and matching caps. Choose a collection of water bottles that reflect your favorite cycling team. Choose building your own bike and wondering why the fuck you didn’t start building them earlier. Choose sitting on a bike for hours and hours, stuffing energy gel into your mouth while everything gets mud all over it. Choose having your house full of bikes in all shapes and forms because there will always be one more bike you really need.
Choose your future.
Choose life and pedal.