The season is spent trying to find perfection. The perfect food, the perfect position, the perfect wheels, the perfect interval, and the perfect recovery. As the season wears on it’s always clear that perfect is unobtainable. Then comes the offseason – a time spent on imperfect bikes, with imperfect weather, the imperfect effort, and certainly imperfect recovery but while surrounded with imperfection sometime strange always happens – the perfect weekend.
Photographs by Photo Rhetoric