We've made it! We're back home. As I got off the saddle I felt the impulse of kissing my bike –my companion during so many hours, with whom I have spent such good times, and with whom I have shared so much sweat. I feel happy that the three of us are here, now, back home, because it means everything has gone fine, that the only thing we've lost along the way has been fear and indecision, and we've found so much instead...