First day of the Tour of California.
Andy Schleck, my favourite rider—on the far right in red.
So much world-class cycling talent sprinting to the finish.
I watched them in the rain a few days later.
Standing on the side of Oakville Crossroad and CA-29.
Between Yountville and St. Helena.
The only person around.
In my last two years in Stratford, I cycled with a club.
Bought a custom second-hand road bike.
Perfect size. Like it had been waiting for me.
Got doored by a cab my second ride in Toronto.
Hung it up in the garage—then sold it.
So many steep learning curves riding in a peloton.
The agony of bridging the gap on early rides.
Out on jet-black paved rural roads first thing on a summer morning.
Grateful to be alive.
I wish I’d been put on a road bike as a young girl.
Because I could fly.
Did a few triathlons—won my age division once.
Took a few women out on a big incline.
The sweet feeling as I passed them.
I love city cycling.
The training with the club gave me confidence.
I’ve been off my bike for two years because of my knee.
I missed it a lot.
Building strength now.
The spirit of it is still strong in me.