65F in January with the setting sun spinning webs of golden yellow, pink and azure, the blue of Titian. A rhythmic, fluid spin rise and fall of the terrain. A smile, a nod, a "Hey!", and occasionally a "Whoa!" as the darkness melted into the black wool. Red cap. Grunt, breath, rocking rhythmic machine as quiet as a night breeze.
Pondero ponders too. Tonight I understand.
Alabama Sky Day 3 Vistas
We began Day 3 with a basic breakfast at the restaurant, again better than camp cooking a salt bomb,and bundled up for a long descent in th...
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It's 1.15p.m. The fam is at various church-related activities and I now have time to ride. Por otro lado , afuera provides me 39F and ...
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Dave threw out the idea of a multi-day tour a while ago. Originally I thought that I would be able to do one of the three nights, but as tim...
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Now your talkin'! That's my kind of ride.
The next cold front hit me in the face as I headed out this morning. So I guess you'll see it soon. Hope you get another warm ride in...
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