Battling The Pit

ONE RIDE AT A TIME

- Nicole Formosa

THE PIT IN MY STOMACH PERSISTED. AFTER THREE days, the constant feeling of dread that grew out of a year that seemingly wouldn’t stop serving up a steady stream of suck deepened. Violence at home and abroad, personal losses, injury, a country divided, natural disasters that stole homes and lives, heartbreaking, senseless death in the exact location our staff and the rest of the cycling industry had gathered just 10 days before—all the darkness clouded the light, the positivity, the ability to remain hopeful.