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Mount the camera where the ride happens, and the city starts to move with you. On the bars, the road unspools ahead; near the crank, each pedal stroke pushes the leg through frame; down beside the wheel, the asphalt blurs past. Tilt into a corner, let the low sun flare, and the bike becomes the lens—you feel the cadence in your own legs. It's cycling shot from the inside: not a view of the ride, but the rhythm of it.