When I was cycling across the country on my bike, I spent anywhere from six to nine hours a day in the saddle—for almost three solid months.
It made a lot of people wonder: What did you listen to all day long?
“Was it mostly music, or more like audiobooks, podcasts?” asked a friend of mine when we went for a drink at a bar after I got back home. “What was on your playlist?”
“Nothing,” I said.
She frowned slightly, as if she’d misheard me. “What do you mean, ‘nothing?’”
“I mean, nothing. I don’t listen to anything when I ride,” I replied. “I don’t even wear earbuds.”
You could see the wheels of her mind grind to a standstill. “What the hell. You . . . you just ride along in . . . in what? In total silence?”
“More or less,” I said, laughing.
“Allll dayyy longgg??”
“Yeah.”
She was g

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