More than anything, something that motivates me and enhances my desire to exercise and ride a bike as a woman is to experience passionate and enthusiastic little girls who are familiar from time to time with the thrill of excitement and risk.
We have a little girl who takes part in our exciting journeys with her father, and she looks for adventure and the exploration of the unknown more than any of us. She says to me as we pedal together on a bicycle, "I want to go to the mountains!" I 'm going uphill! And my heart needs the thrill of falling from the mountain and rolling down!
I laugh and try to match her passionate feelings, and then I get irritated that sometimes I see that I'm like a rough trunk whose slaps of the winds of time have made the pleasures of life palecolored for her, despite her pure joyful being like a young green tree.
Again, it doesn't matter, I still see life sufficiently colourful.
