The state championship team pursuit champions in action with 15-year-old Aaron Apel leading the tight formation. Aaron holds national swim records and regularly wins triathlons against competitors up to 19 years old.
There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who cycle, and those who don’t. Writer Amanda Christmann Larson Photography by Lisa Kolin
There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who cycle, and those who don’t.
For those who most enjoy sitting behind a wheel instead of on top of one, cyclists are often thought of as an inconvenience or distraction, much like speed bumps or school zones or Columbus Day. They appear smug and unreasonably confident; grown adults in tight, padded pants with slightly emasculating brand names like “Canari” and “Pearl Izumi” plastered in reflective fonts in places embarrassing to be caught staring at. In their sleek, streamlined helmets and fancy 80s throwback sunglasses, they’re arrogant and brash, seemingly unaware that their shoes are clipped in to machines outweighed and outwinged by other road traffic. Those who like to meddle with the pedal have a much different perspective from atop their saddles. Most cyclists are converts. Many were once auto connoisseurs with eyes wide in disbelief at the audacity of two-wheeled roadsters too, but like beauty pageant contestants at an all-you-can-eat buffet, they’ve been tempted by the Sirens of speed and freedom. They are lured by the rush of endorphins that
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