This is the line.
The line between winning and losing
Between failure and success
Between good and great
Between dreaming and believing
Between convention and innovation
Between head and heart
It's a fine line
It challenges everything we do.
And we ride it every day.
Stolen blatantly from the Team Sky jersey appropriated for a fleeting visit to France this summer to watch a Tour de France stage finish. The word line keeps cropping up. Something to be stepped over, something to be trodden, some concept of limit. But lines have started to feel very much artificial constraints. I don't feel lines right now, not in any hard concrete fashion, not even as guidance. My lines aren't even drawn. It's like the tide line on the sand, nothing permanent, nothing that stays, and something incredibly soft and shifting.
It's funny hearing indignation in bike terms about a poor guileless walker accidentally presumably standing in the most obvious mountain bikers' line. Do we feel we have a right to our line, to chose it, I wonder. Do we really need that line?
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