The other day sweet memories awoke. A friend of mine posted a map of a small village at the Belgium border where I used to cycle with my race bike.
Especially when the sun was shining and I had some time off, I frequently went for a ride there. His post made me go back in time.
My memories of these rides swiftly and vividly came back to me. I was amazed at how precisely I could picture the tracks I used to ride.
Where I had to go left. Where the roads were rough. Or where I was going down or up and had to push for some extra power. Sweet memories indeed.