The past week was filled with ups and downs. To be honest, it was mostly filled with downs, but I’m choosing not to devote any more brainpower than is absolutely necessary to those bits and think about my Friday morning ride.
I hadn’t been on a bike since last Saturday, and I fully expected to have dead legs and a deader brain. Thankfully, I had neither, and in the end, had one of the best rides of the year so far.
The air was warm but not oppressing. The breeze was light and refreshing. And the roads were dry and fast. There were times I was convinced that I was riding a major tailwind because I just don’t feel this way on a bike these days. Lucky for me, I wasn’t, I was just having a good day.
On top of that—despite the harsh mid-morning sun—I got some photos I dig. There was so much winning that I forgot about the week’s losing.
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With that, I’ll throw up two middle fingers and scream a big “FUCK YOU!” to (in no particular order) wet basements, non-paying insurance companies, ruined carpets, COVID-19, and President Fuck Face and his band of right-wing slackjawed racist fuckwits. Because I had a fantastic 26+-mile ride on Friday morning. And it might be the only truly great ride I have all year.
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Later.