10 whole days passed without one two-wheeled moment for me. I started feeling itchy. Restless. Depressed, even!
So Saturday around sunset, I headed out with no particular destination. The sky was beautiful and the air delicious.
I rode down the hill. West on the path to the river. North along the river. I made it to Hawthorne when the hail started, a huge grin on my bike-deprived face.
Ladd Circle and up the hill to home where I felt like my normal self again. Aahhh.