A 70 degree March day beckoned to me and to the bike as well. The poor bike which has set untouched for about 9 months now. We both needed to go out and push the limits today. I am sure if the bike could talk it would say as much.

I snuck out of work a few minutes early so that I could be sure and make the ride before the sun started setting. I think I may have sped a bit to the park in this effort, where upon reaching my destination I was as giddy as a 3 year old on Christmas morning. No one else was on the trail in front of me, and until the last steep climb I found no one coming up behind me either. It was wonderful. To be back on the bike. Back on the trail. Bouncing and weaving over tree roots and rocks, up and down between the trees and under the blue sky hemmed in by still barren pre-spring leafless trees. Nothing else mattered just me, the bike, and the twist and turns.

Is there a better thing to do in life than to be wrapped up in the moment?

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

– James M. Barrie

And I am gonna set myself free
I’m gonna learn how to be
This is a love song to me

– Alison Piptone

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