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Tiny Grass is Dreaming

Tiny Grass is Dreaming

I consider my time in the saddle to be golden
— Allegedly said by John Cooper Clarke. Source: Rouleur Podcast, Issue 34.
globez:

At the top of Mont Ventoux, France. July 2012

globez:

At the top of Mont Ventoux, France. July 2012

Reblogged from Michael Blanckaert
As this famous quote by Greg LeMan tells us, training, climbing, and racing is hard. It stays hard. To put it another way, per Greg Henderson: “Training is like fighting with a gorilla. You don’t stop when you’re tired. You stop when the gorilla is tired.” Sur la Plaque, fucktards.
The Rules: Rule #10 It never gets easier, you just go faster.

photojojo:

Amy Friend scours the internet, antique shops, and even old family albums in search of interesting vintage photos. After that, she allows tiny holes of light to shine through the figures!

Vintage Photos Given New Life With Tiny Orbs of Light

via My Modern Net

Reblogged from Photojojo ♥'s Tumblr
The greatest battle is not physical but psychological.
The demons telling us to give up when we push ourselves to the limit can never be silenced for good.
They must always be answered by the quiet, steady dignity that simply refuses to give in.
Courage. We all suffer. Keep going.
— Graeme Fife
Le Comptoir Général is situated right at the Quai de Jemmapes in the 10th arrondissement. And while people are hanging out in the sun at the canal, we walk through an almost hidden entrance in a backyard and enter a wonderland. Looking like an abandoned hotel, or maybe a former embassy Le Comptoir Général offers a gallery space, a café, a bar, a bookshop and a museum.

Le Comptoir Général is situated right at the Quai de Jemmapes in the 10th arrondissement. And while people are hanging out in the sun at the canal, we walk through an almost hidden entrance in a backyard and enter a wonderland. Looking like an abandoned hotel, or maybe a former embassy Le Comptoir Général offers a gallery space, a café, a bar, a bookshop and a museum.

Every mile is two in winter
— George Hurbert