...one of those mix tapes where your favorite song on the whole thing was cut in half on side one and then restarted for side two?
That is how it felt when I got home from work tonight.
Bike was dancing in the street.
Spectacular sunset form a reasonably clear evening.
Bike softly singing my favorite song.
The melodious cachaphony of an excited and ravenous mile muncher.
I couldn't do it.
Eureka, excuse found! Borrowed gloves need to be returned.
Up to Silverdale to return said gloves.
Now the fun begins, pouring on the power as the bike glides around the corner as fluid and silky as Baileys poured over ice cream.
Never before I felt quite so at one with this particular bike.
The pounding race of the engine even at these low speeds almost metronomic in evenness.
The pulse of the engine quickens mine ans miles are devoured with insatiable hunger.
Even made a terrible cup of coffee in Wellsford seem a reasonable price to pay.
My return to Mairangi bay goes via Kaukapakapa, Wellsford, Helensville, Silverdale and home.
There are no words to describe the how much fun that was except to say it is like listening to your favorite song, one where you know all of the words, all of the harmony, one where even when your feeling a little average you still can't resist a smile, the sort of song you share with your lover under a moonlit sky.
A little disjointed perhaps but I'm still buzzing after a couple of hours.
Today I heard the call of the wild and answered.
You owe it yourself to turn that tape over if ever your find yourself in the same position, take your lady in your arms and make the dance floor your own.
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