The story of Ezra Caldwell reached via social media. Nine years ago i lost my father to cancer. Getting older cancer scares the shit out of me. Stories like Ezras are hopeful and yet terrifying. To watch him put down all his effort to ride. Despite going through treatment and being sick as hell. The willing to live and squeeze out the last drips of life by go out and ride just breaks my heart. Truly inspirational and beautiful.
Ezra died the evening of May 24. My favorite bicycle quote feels more important then ever.
I don not ride to ad days to my life, but to ad life to my days.
Bike life in Swedish Lapland 
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A time for reflection