I had a great ride Monday. It was like poetry, or flowing water. It was the closest I have come to zen. Art without effort.
Tuesday, I had the worst Bonk in memory. Tonight on the Joe's loop, no air and the familiar shaking hands. I am baffled by the experience. It is impossible for me to compute.
Tom Petty said it best;
"Talk on the street, says you might go solo!"
It's time for me to put in some lonely miles!