The link between England and Finland. That's the thing. How I love the sound of the rolling chain and sand between tires and tarmac. The wind blowing on my face, the smell of the sea. Breath. Alone in the nature. That's my home here, and the feelings are just same when cycling in Finland. I brought my bike here to explore, to feel safe, to bring something personal with me. I found Dartmoor on my bike, and new friends. I had a race with homesickness - I won.
Tried to find good pictures of an old rough chain. Something rough enough to look good when made of clay. The pictures above are of my bike chain - pictures below are from the Internet wonderland.
