I often reflect on how unlike most other sports, in cycling, you can really feel like the best riders in the world sometimes. Obviously, you're going at a fraction of the speed, and there's no way you could keep it up for longer than two minutes, but when you're feeling good, and you're racing a mate for a sign or an imaginary finish line, you really feel like a pro.
If this was football, tennis, or football, most simply don't have the skill or the finesse to feel particularly good, but anyone in their right moment can feel fast on the bike. For me, it's on hills with a very gentle incline, the kind you can climb in the big ring. For just a second, I close my eyes and I'm riding the Tour of Flanders. Of course, as soon as I open them again I'm back to being Adam Becket, but there we go. The dream was there.
