
If you ride a bike anywhere around Puget Sound, maybe this will sound familiar. You could be on Vashon Island, or sailing down 30th Street, or heading home from Mount Rainier. There might come a moment, a stretch of road, a bit of path. Maybe it lasts a few seconds, maybe a minute. You might cover half a block or half a mile. Dirt path or winding tarmac. You might be with friends or on your own. Often, it’s on the slightest of downhills, a feeling intensified if you’ve already gone up.