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sport – nature – portrait

The smell of the earth under the pines after the rain will always be my favorite smell.

It’s the smell of freedom.

That’s what mountain biking is for me, an incredible interlude between trees and trails, where every effort has a cost.

Getting to know yourself, mastering the flame, stepping on the pedals, bending your knees, jumping a log, then landing,

hearing the tires bite the road, then climbing back on the road, then set off again even faster.

This adrenalin is in my blood, like lava from the volcanoes where I come from. I can hear my heart in my ears, the whistling of the wind,

I’m right where I belong among these songs.