I get butterflies. Boy do I get 'em, especially before a big ride. On the descent from the 5300 foot pinnacle of McKenzie Pass, we rode through clouds of butterflies. One even tarried on my Terry saddle.
Other bugs bugged me so bad on my way back up, I was a basket case. But soon the nastiness was transcended and morphed back into niceness as more butterflies came back. Somehow these tiny winged creatures remind me I'm still alive and potential abounds.
Speaking of potential and cute woodsy animals, this old dog has learned a brand new trick. I can bunny hop, even with my hands in the drops I can HOP! The opposite of heart is fear and mine was conquered.
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