There's no better feeling than roaring down a hill, in the sunny morning, on a bicycle, with tears in my eyes, and flies in my teeth.
Of course, that's immediately balanced out by the worst feeling of climbing up some other goddamn hill, with cars swishing around me, and wind in my face.
I look on the side of the road: roadkill, roadkill, roadkill. The cars are stacking behind me, overtaking close, too close. All I can do is blast ACDC in my earphones and keep going up.