imploded
September 7th, 2005, 01:40 PM
The trees are still green, my top tube is chilled, and as I turn the first fast corner in the woods, sunlight streams through the trees like bright lemon custard pouring through a slotted spoon.
Fog clings low to the swamp formed where the Blackstone Canal widens out, and I see a few deer on the edge, finishing a night of foraging and getting ready to sack out. I've got a little Rollins Band "Ghostrider" dancing through my ears, as I pop on the gas and just fall into The Groove. I didn't get enough sleep last night, and I'm probably pushing myself harder than I should this morning.
But I don't care, I'm out, the woods are cool, the trail is tight, I'm alone and lost in my own two wheeled world. When I stop to call BadDNA (needed him to bring something by my house this AM), I notice steam is pouring out of my shirt in the cool morning air. My soul has come out to play, it's alive and dancing in the breeze with me.
Yeah, my day is downhill from there, but I have a great memory of my morning and buzz of endorphins still humming in my brain.
I love my AM ride.
Cheers,
-Andrew
Fog clings low to the swamp formed where the Blackstone Canal widens out, and I see a few deer on the edge, finishing a night of foraging and getting ready to sack out. I've got a little Rollins Band "Ghostrider" dancing through my ears, as I pop on the gas and just fall into The Groove. I didn't get enough sleep last night, and I'm probably pushing myself harder than I should this morning.
But I don't care, I'm out, the woods are cool, the trail is tight, I'm alone and lost in my own two wheeled world. When I stop to call BadDNA (needed him to bring something by my house this AM), I notice steam is pouring out of my shirt in the cool morning air. My soul has come out to play, it's alive and dancing in the breeze with me.
Yeah, my day is downhill from there, but I have a great memory of my morning and buzz of endorphins still humming in my brain.
I love my AM ride.
Cheers,
-Andrew