Having tried every sport in the world, from climbing to diving to parachuting to surfing and some other “ing”; when I had 17 years old, going downhill in a road bike at too many kilometers to count, after an endless climb, I stumble (not literally) at my favorite sport. It, and its variations, had it all: suffering, rejoicing, history, adrenaline, and some more suffering. Years after, and still trying some new sports from time to time, cycling is present in my daily life as much as breathing (again: not literally). And through it, I found friends, cultures, jobs and travelled the world (yes, literally). Some people have abs at their core, I beg to differ: I have cycling at my core, and like any proper cyclists, no abs to be seen.