Often I'm inspired by the quiet loneliness of Winter training rides.

Those rides are in my mind long treks like those I might've imagined when I hear of the 200km rides that the likes of Eddy Merckx used to do.

Riding through snow and rain gives vibes of legendary efforts. But dressed correctly even just a 1-hour ride is a delight. 

I found that even the odd trip to get coffee beans on the old school Schwinn can provide a sublime feeling.