stuck in the woods?

it's up to you to haul yourself out

It happens every ride.

Fifty kilometers in, I hit a wall.

No one is coming to help.

I got there myself and I need to get myself out.

Sure, Zeke is there riding with me.

In the end though, the person responsible for getting myself out of the woods is me.

Someone, quick tell the government.

Tell the sociologists.

People are responsible for themselves.

‘The system’ didn’t make their lives miserable.

‘The system’ won’t help.

The only one who can help you is you.

It’s better to get back in the saddle and go for a ride than to whine about who got you lost in the swamp.

Instead?

Get peddling.