Cycling becomes more popular nowadays. Some may argue that it brings tiredness but it's nothing,1 with the joy of climbing huge mountains or seeing splendid sights. My cycling career of 13 years ended when I was 75. Though I am now no longer2 enough to bear the long days and big climbs, I have my3 .
It was easy to meet different people with4 during the trips, where I got to5 the very best in people. In 2007,a stranger stopped her car alongside me to make me a most welcome cup of tea. In 2014,a couple6 me their place to spend the night.
The support and comfort they gave was a(n)7 change from the long hours I had spent alone on the bike. As each trip8 its end, I gradually forgot the long hours of riding. Happy memories of the trip9 took the place of the pain and failure I experienced.
Meanwhile, cycling gave me much time to10 sufferings I went through in my life. Time11 everything. Cycling also taught me to like who I am. I finally realized that I had more courage than I ever imagined, which was12 in these trips. No matter how far the13 was, I could get there without any support.
These were the adventures of my life, and they were14 memories. With cycling, the success or failure15 not on luck or conditions but on me alone.
