I ride my bike as much now, maybe more, than I did as a teenager. Five or six days a week, following a rigid training program. I live like a professional amateur athlete, as in I'm serious and focused but slow and unpaid. I've got a new bike, new kit, new shoes, carry homemade granola bars with me as I spin and grind fifteen hours a week, alone. Once in a while I join a group ride if it's interesting and this one was. A 100 miler across six islands in Indonesia connected by five bridges. They call it the Batam Barelang Six Bridges Ride, an extra bridge thrown in, presumably for alliterative purposes.
