Photography Book #3

It has been said that the most beautiful sport is none other than cycling.  That it embodies the human spirit, the pastoral grandeur of diverse geography and the approachable sensibility that only those that have stood on the roads, tracks and parcours can explain.  Bike racing is the proletariat sport of a hard scrabble people.   It is something you can do as a life sport for leisure or transportation or you can punish yourself, suffer through long days on the bike and race your guts out, teeth gnawing at your handlebars in pain.   It all sounds like fun.  And, I’m addicted to it, in all versions of it. There, I said it.