the wheels of time move to slow

Today I rode my bike.
You can take your bike out on the road and go for a ride..but does on always "ride" their bike. I think not. There's a definite difference.

Today I rode and today I got pinged. There is a moment when I ride that I all of a sudden find myself breathing. It's a moment when my perspective changes...a moment I like. I went past that today.

Popped upon my bike this morning and decided I would put some petrol in the tank. I like to put petrol in the tank, the smell....ahhhhh, once was a Petrol Pump Attentant, best job. breathing again.

Seeing as my tank was 3/4 full I needed to travel some distance. To go further afield than before. I would pop up to Murchison. Bloody hell, talk about some shit drivers and a couple of clever clogs's on a little red duc's, swift movements.

Anyway, had a lovely meandering afternoon where my brain remained sharpe and my body got really comfortable. Like I've been comfortable before, but this went further than that. I "rode" my bike......amazing!!! Seriously, I went further in my ability, like when a child starts running, being free....

Amazing ride home after filling the tank, I was rather swift myself. I so got "into" the corners....hmmmmm,

Home now,and, well, just as I pull into my driveway Mr Policeman who is parked in Bus Stop, blips his lights and siren, I glide down my driveway, turn around and there he is beside me. Hmmmm, ooops.

Yep, I had accellerated down the last wee bit of road i had to play on, my bike was naughty, the last bit of freedom.......... and now I have a $170.00 fine!!!