The quote is true to a certain extent of what we have been going through during this trip. Biking along endless corn, wheat, and soy fields marked by barns and silos burning against the after-storm-sunset of New Holland, PA and passing the Amish people who so fit to this scenery almost made me tear up. On the other hand, climbing up hills is a different story. We get to cry in pain, anger, and complicated feelings. Although each biker copes with this ordeal in his or her own way, we, from the bottom to the top, experience the emotions on that spectrum.