I like to listen to the wheels in the car to rush through the sand, listen to the wind of the ear, look at the front wheel speed rotation and the road to the following, there is always the sense of accomplishment. Let us back Backpack, cross bicycle, pass through the mountains, pass through the lake, passing through the forest ... There is a kind of impulse, people seem to be old, exactly, the heart is gradually going. The unexpected wind has been tortuously bruised by the years, only some of them will be left. The life of the city makes me feel tired, why not escape? ? --- reply is always too tired. Maybe I am old, I am not willing to move, I don't want to adapt to the new environment. Too heavy, I will first ... PS: I really envy Mit this helpful life Mit Cycling Team Home Page
