Motive

I'll never race a Grand Tour or a Monument. I have no designs on Everest or the Poles. But by heaven I can turn the cranks, and so can you. We're fast and strong, roadworthy and uncomplaining. We have vast experience but the years have not yet diminished our power. Few could do what we're attempting.

We set this mission for ourselves, with only each other to appreciate what we set out to accomplish and the élan with which we attack it. They built these roads, these passes, and we repurpose them to our glory. "Oh, how nice," our acquaintances say, "A bike tour in Italy." and they have no idea.

This isn't a race. It's so much better. There is no money, no media, no sponsor, no scandal, no winner, no excuses, only glory. Ours is the purest of motives ("motive" is apt - that which moves us.) The faster my comrades are, the faster I'll go, the faster I'll have to be. This is the best I can do, all I can give. I hope you're strong, for your sake and my exultation.