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I became a serious bicyclist after my first year of college when I had a summer job in a ski pole and bindings factory. I rode seven miles to work in the early morning, the air cool but humid. In the afternoon, it was still humid and now hot, so the seven miles home ended with me drenched in sweat. I loved the daily rides on the two-lane curving roads, the dappled sunlight coming down through the tree canopy.

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In my late 20s and early 30s, I did a little criterium racing. What I liked best about racing was the sound made by the bikes as we went around a corner in a group — the slight whir of the chains moving over the sprockets, the hum of

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