Where's the appeal?

 I took a moment to stop on a field entrance to plug my heated jacket in for much needed warmth on this very windy and miserable afternoon ride home from work. I was nonchalantly being watched by at least one curious cow gnawing on grass as it lay next to the fence, down on it's belly to no doubt get low and out of the somewhat strong north wind and rain.

 I saw 2 other bikes during my 35+km ride home and both where in the city. Can't say I blame anyone else out there on two wheels for excusing themselves from riding on this day. I made it a sight better by choosing to avoid the highway and it's hyper active occupants and their gritty spray.

 

  Maybe Hwy 8 next time.

I remember...

..the feeling of freedom washing over me (that sort of existentialism nonsense that I had read about later in life and still fail to disregard as hooey) while riding a small red bike made in 1978 or was it '79, the Honda XR80, picking my line down the middle of the gravel road, wishing the road carried on forever. I wasn't a teenager yet. I didn't know how to drive a car but there I was free to kick up the gravel dust twisting out every ounce that wee bike had switching from the line on the left to the better line on the right and back again at 50km / hr.
I still feel it while riding. Now, it's a relaxing sensation as my shoulders drop and my helmeted noggin bobs this way and that with the buffeting wind.

Getting into the commuting groove.

2 degrees C. Traffic at 6:45 am. I'm lovin it.

Beautiful day for a ride

A little spooky - in a good way. A cool breeze like sticking your head in the fridge. Dry clay thankfully. Could have been ultra greasy if it was wet. Twisty, scenic, lonesome, rolling McLean Creek Trail.