After Years of Biking and Selfishness After years of biking, I’ve come to realize that it’s been as much a journey of self-discovery as it’s been a method of getting from point A to point B. There’s something raw about the feel of the wind and the rhythmic turning of the pedals. It’s just me, my bike, and the road ahead. For years, I cherished this freedom, savoring the solitude and the escape from responsibilities—often to the detriment of other parts of my life. In a way, biking became an excuse for selfishness. It was too easy to say,…