We all have our roots. Ours are in the north. Sometimes we look south though, and this is one of those times.
Up here we love to cycle, soaking in the nature all around us. On some roads you're more likely to meet a moose or a bear than a car. It can be quiet and meditative. In the zone. At one with your bike.
After the ride though, we want to talk about the ride, we want to joke about our friend's new haircut, laugh at the mosquitoes stuck between his or her teeth - always a sign of a good ride by the way ;) We wanted to do it somewhere that had the right atmosphere, the right food, the right spirit. But at least here in our hometown that place didn't exist. You know, when you want to talk cycling, eat cycling, drink cycling. Sure, there are bike shops, but we wanted that place where you breathe cycling.
Cycling motivation is a bit like a fruit fly. Something you know exists, something which pops up randomly in your life now and again, but something which when you try to grab it... is gone... maybe it teleported to another dimension? maybe it never existed in the first place? the truth is... nobody knows. Motivation for most is elusive at times. But as tricksy as it can be, there are ways to keep your proverbial motivational kettle boiling :)