Three-quarters of a mile. Five minutes. No name for this one β just a date stamped on it like a receipt.
August in Louisville. The kind of hot where the asphalt shimmers and you question every decision that led you outside. But something made me get on the bike that evening, even if it was barely long enough to break a sweat.
I don’t remember where I was going. Maybe nowhere. Sometimes the ride is just proof you moved.
π Ride Stats
Distance: 0.76 mi
Time: 5 minutes
Pace: 7:09/mi
Elevation: 0 ft
Distance: 0.76 mi
Time: 5 minutes
Pace: 7:09/mi
Elevation: 0 ft
// RAPTOR GIRL
