Mr Merde
11th January 2008, 08:08
As the title says, every now and then, I get a little reminder why I love biking so much.
36 years on two wheeels and I still get a blast from it.
This morning whilst commuting to work I had one of those moments.
You know the sort.
One of those times where everything slips into place. When everything is smooth and comfortable.
Where you are aware of everything but some how detatched from it all.
Where riding is automatic and enjoyment is paramont.
My ascent into Nirvana was on a road I travel twice a day 5 days a week. Full of twisties and smal straights. I was just puttering along and suddenly I realised that I was hitting every corner just right, I was devouring those areas between the corners with out any real thought about them. My brakes were an extension of my right side. No sudden jerks through acceleration or deceleration.
Just me, the bike, a road and the noise of the wind.
Good for the soul and a real good way to start the day.
Just needed to share.
36 years on two wheeels and I still get a blast from it.
This morning whilst commuting to work I had one of those moments.
You know the sort.
One of those times where everything slips into place. When everything is smooth and comfortable.
Where you are aware of everything but some how detatched from it all.
Where riding is automatic and enjoyment is paramont.
My ascent into Nirvana was on a road I travel twice a day 5 days a week. Full of twisties and smal straights. I was just puttering along and suddenly I realised that I was hitting every corner just right, I was devouring those areas between the corners with out any real thought about them. My brakes were an extension of my right side. No sudden jerks through acceleration or deceleration.
Just me, the bike, a road and the noise of the wind.
Good for the soul and a real good way to start the day.
Just needed to share.