There just comes a point, in every ride… if you look for it.
It’s usually a song that you haven’t heard for a long time, where it all seems to hit home. That Zen moment, where twisting the throttle and turning a bend combine with an effing great song. Fuel for the fire.
I need to post more. Lots has happened, and its all been good. Very positive, and deliberate for the most part, life wise. I haven’t even caught up on rides that have happened over the summer. I will, I swear.
Just not tonight.