Cycling is love. The freedom, the speed, that precious moment when the endorphin hits your system. That feeling when you can just keep going. Why ever do anything else?
Cycling is hate. The wind, the cold, the next bloody incline. The insulting monotony of it all. That inner voice saying you need to stop – and the only way to ignore it is to channel that rage to your legs. Pushing you forward, one revolution at a time.
Just like cycling, thirteen is a union of extremes. Whether you’re fuelled by hate or love, we know you can’t stop.
Neither can we.