i was up at 7:15 this morning and headed out for a ride at 8:30, up into the mist-shrouded hills around town. there's something wonderfully quiet and meditative about riding in the fog, about seeing only 1/4 to a 1/2 mile ahead, about the moisture in the chilled air beading on your arms. i decided to do the july race route at a relatively relaxed
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment