The sound of a zipper brings my jacket to a close. I make a few alterations to the helmet so it fits snug on my head. Gripping the handles for lift off I let go of the world. My legs are the power source running the machine. On and on I go, peddling in the morning sunlight, flying through my forest. All of my senses are at attention ready to focus on the dangerous surroundings. One false move and a moving barrier could knock me off my horse leaving me with no race to win. My bike and I move as one harmonious being traveling through a world of woe with not a care in the world.