A car hit me on a ride.
I healed. The anxiety didn't.
If you ride, you have your own version of that sentence. The mirror you check twice. The shoulder where you hold your breath.
And the tools we ride with don't help. A dedicated computer that costs more than a phone and knows less. It can't warn you about the blind turn, the glass, the intersection where riders actually get hit. It just counts.
Riders flag hazards. The next rider gets warned in time to matter. Real collision data marks the corridors to respect, and routes quietly prefer the calmer street. All on the phone you already carry. (Saves weight, too.)
Trainer Tuesdays and road Saturdays are the same legs and the same season, but one app owns each and they have never met. Sykla keeps one honest ledger. On a rainy day, ride your own street indoors at its real grades. Or Alpe d'Huez.
Weekly races on real segments, ridden wherever you are, with divisions that keep it fair. Say go for it and the segment stays with you the whole way. Or just ride, and nothing nags. And when you do want company: a meetup is a place, a date, and a start time your friends' phones know.
The walk home after the run. The five miles to the real effort. One recording, phases marked, the headline from the part that mattered.
Safer outside. Connected inside. Honest everywhere.
— Blake, founder