It is good to hear so many people talking about cycling in words I sometimes feel. My younger brother Pat, and I used to race each other home from school on our bikes, I still remember the smells and feel of autumn rides, rushing to get home when the gang of farmers were there bringing in corn crops. I was a farm girl, still am at heart. Pat died 2 years ago after a 10 year valiant battle with brain cancer. Sometimes when I ride, especiall at this time of the year, I can hear his giggle and laugh. Always, I feel his spirit with me when I ride, and thats one of the big reasons I will ride until I die. Freedom, vitality, strength, happiness, joy, all of these emotions cycling brings to me.