one thing i hate about bikes now is the illusion of speediness they give us. even if we are out of shape, we feel so swift. that is part of their beauty. everyone feels liek they could almost be the fastest cyclist int he world. but theya re like drugs, delusion inducing, a dream of flight.

weights on the other hand are sober, horrible reality. sisyphus. the sheer horrible effort of rearranging the earth for survival. there is nothing delusional about a giant stone, a steel bar, a bar you grab and pull yourself up.