It is drizzling on a June afternoon, but instead of taking cover, I am pedalling my guts out on 2km of asphalt.
Ahead of me is an indistinguishable finishing line, hard to make out as cloudy skies merge with the concrete grey strip into some almost unfathomable vanishing point.
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