Why I Ride
The People
Jeff K.
Cedarburg, Wi.
I ride because I love riding through the neighborhoods on an early morning ride and smell the breakfast that people are cooking in their homes, the smell of the dryer sheets in the laundry, the smell of the grass being cut in the yard, the change of temperature when you hit the rollers on a early fall morning.
The thrill of speed, the rush of cornering at 30 mph. The camaraderie, poking fun at your riding buddies because you made it to the top of the hill first or giving the excuse of why you didn’t make it to the top of the hill first. The reason I ride is about the people, not the bike.
Cedarburg, Wi.
I ride because I love riding through the neighborhoods on an early morning ride and smell the breakfast that people are cooking in their homes, the smell of the dryer sheets in the laundry, the smell of the grass being cut in the yard, the change of temperature when you hit the rollers on a early fall morning.
The thrill of speed, the rush of cornering at 30 mph. The camaraderie, poking fun at your riding buddies because you made it to the top of the hill first or giving the excuse of why you didn’t make it to the top of the hill first. The reason I ride is about the people, not the bike.