Feel...

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Feel.

am I dreaming? Cause it feels so good.

its so beautiful, my god.

If you close your eyes, you’ll learn to hear.

If you slow your breath you’ll learn to feel.

If you take a deep breath, you’ll start to think.

Arrived! and built bikes in San Fran

It took us longer than anticipated to build the bikes out of the box. Due to a broken spoke, changing tire, missing skewer, lost skewer down seat tube (yes, I put it in there for safekeeping and then it got stuck. We laughed about it when we finally took it out)

How the story begins….

ONCE THERE WAS A GIRL WHO LOVED RIDING HER BICYCLE EVERY SINGLE DAY.

SHE RODE IT TO AND FROM WORK, TO THE OCEAN SHORE TO WATCH THE SUNSETS, AND PACKED HER BIKE WITH GROCERIES WHEN THAT NEEDED TO BE DONE.

SHE LOVED HER BIKE VERY MUCH AND WOULD FEEL WEIRD IF A DAY WENT BY AND SHE DIDN’T RIDE IT.

SHE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO A LONG DISTANCE BIKE TRIP TO TEST HERSELF AND SEE THE WORLD FROM THE SADDLE, MOVING AT THE PERFECT PACE.

THEN, SHE MET A BOY WITH A BIKE TATTOO WHO ALSO WANTED TO TRAVEL THE WORLD ON TWO WHEELS.

TO SEE IT, TO SMELL IT, HEAR IT SLOWLY.

SO THEY PLANTED THE IDEA IN THEIR MINDS TO DO A COASTAL RIDE TOGETHER.

THEN THAT IDEA GERMINATED DAILY, BECOMING INTO MORE SOLIDIFIED PLANS.

TIME HAS PASSED, AND NOW THE DAY HAS COME TO EMBARK ON THAT JOURNEY…

NOW THIS… IS WHERE THIS STORY BEGINS.