May 8, of last year was the day I got back into cycling. What started out as a leisure ride around Prospect Park with my good friends Sam and Seth turned into a journey to Coney Island. We stopped to soak in the view of the beach and had Nathan's famous hot dogs for lunch. What I remember most from the ride was that sense of aimless and unintentional discovery. We didn't plan on riding that far, but our ride around the park was too short to call it a day for such a sunny Sunday afternoon. Since that day I've ridden almost every single day. So thanks guys, for getting me back on the saddle again.