I've always had flying dreams. You know, the ones where you put out your arms and take off. You soar effortlessly into the sky, higher and higher. The hawks and eagles glide alongside you. You look down and see the world flow past.

I've always loved riding bicycles. For me, it's the closest to flying that I will ever experience. But it's not always effortless. You climb, pedal stroke by pedal stroke, to the top of the hill... and then swoop down the descent. On the flats, you get into the rhythm and forget you're pedaling. You look around and see the world flow past.