Yesterday I rode the night mountains of Okutama for the first time. It felt mysterious, as if I was riding through a completely different world.
The road was so dark that I could not see the fine debris, cracks or other hazards on my descents. You would think that this would frighten me, but instead it made me faster. Even though I knew it was only the dark that laid the road out like black velvet, it sucked me in and propeled me forward.
Even the mountains were strange. They felt to me like a magnificent presence looking down as I rode. As if they were gods. Yes, indeed. The mountain gods protected me as I rode that night. I was invincible.
Today I rode again. I took a friend to climb the XX pass you showed me that day. He wanted to ride until his legs gave out and I wanted to deliver. My legs felt as if the melted every time I tried to push them, but when I came home and looked at my GPS track, I had ridden even faster than ever before.
It is indeed strange.
And it arouses a hunger in me. I want to ride more. I want to become faster. I want to own my bike and the road beneath me. I want to become stronger and to surpass even more people. My desire only grows each time I feed it.
It’s like you said to me: You and I, the two of us are addicted. Addicted, sick, and beyond salvation.
Please, no one try to save us!