There’s a moment when you get on your bike and everything is so perfect that your mind takes flight without your even noticing.
The cadence is right, the rhythm is perfect, you’re neither cold nor hot, and you stop thinking about everything else.
You enter the flow and lose yourself in the moment.

One time you think you’re Peter Sagan sprinting on the Kwaremont; another time you’re conquering the Cima Coppi.
One time you throw yourself downhill, imagining you’re on a motorcycle; another time you pretend to be in an ’80s video game.

Sometimes cycling is a matter of the legs; other times "it’s all about your imagination".