The cat woke me at sparrow's fart this morning - as she is wont to do. This time, instead of braining her as usual, I got up, had a coffee and headed out for a first light ride.
Didn't go far - round trip of about 75km. Out to SH39, Norf to Ngaruawahia and return. About 45 - 50 minutes all up.
But what a morning. Clear sky, cold crisp air. The road I travelled is gently windy and hilly and, that early, reasonably light on traffic.
There was knee level fog in some of the lower paddocks. Round Whatawhata there was smoke from a fire drifting slowly across - full of that brunky, snippid smell of wood-smoke. The sun was just over the horizon and the shadows were long. Apart from the bike, it was absolutely quiet. Even the bike sounded hushed (good plugs!).
Cold air seems to suit The Vixen - she seemed to want to run. Which, within the bounds of common sense and generalised LEO paranoia, I allowed her to do. Nothing stupid of course, you unnerstand...
Got back home by 7.00am - plenty of time to do all the before work chores that were lined up.
But the experience of that early morning feel stayed on - that sight, sound and kinesthetic experience - just me and the machine.
That's why I love the early morning ride.
OK OK, put those sick bags away...
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