Bikers are a diverse lot. There is one thing they all share however. The fierce joy of the ride. I remember this from when I had my bike too – there is an exhilaration that is not felt within the confines of a vehicle. Wind in your face, bugs in your teeth, all the cliché’s.
The bike went last week. Thank you to P who rode it to its new home, and to D for taking it in the spirit of excitement. Ride in good health!
(A favourite memory – hearing the gleeful laugh of the man in front when we roared through the tunnel under the Fraser River, the engine reverberating off the walls. He always gunned it to make it really loud.)
Knitting. Annoyance. Same dye lot, same yarn, same numbers on the ball band. Two very different socks.
Sometimes even boring vanilla socks bring a bit of a surprise. Sigh.