The bicycle captivated me early on—a simple machine that could take me anywhere. Over the years, cycling became different things: long rides where my mind wandered freely, a way to connect with others without much conversation, a means of moving through the world quietly under my own power. These were the aspects that drew me in and kept me returning.

Yet somewhere along the way, I recognized cycling had its own toxicity. The obsession with carbon fiber and wattage, the fetishization of suffering, the relentless need to measure and compare—all of it built a wall between the thing I loved and the world that claimed to love it. So I stepped back. And from that remove, with the clarity that only distance affords, I made this series: not from within the tribe, but as a witness to it.