After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.
H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I had a chance to get on the bike. My rides have been short and intermittent but fulfilling. Although I had limited time (as always) I got a nice eighteen mile ride in. For the first time there was no sluggishness in the legs, no aches and from the first turn of the wheel heaven. As dumb as it sounds I was one with the bike. I shifted unconsciously and rode and noticed so much nature around me. It was total joy,
I felt like I used to feel twenty-five years ago. I’m back.