Every ride on a bike is a good one in my books (even those that have had wretched outcomes), but I had a few extra happy moments when I went out this morning.
Happy is the name of my mate’s pet beagle, and I got to meet them on their predawn constitutional for the first time in months.
It topped off a great ride with an otherworldly mist over the rivers I rode and the gradation of color in the skies as the sun began to rise, which was a pleasing sight, indeed.
Happy, the dog, barked like crazy, and I don’t think that’s because he enjoys my company.
But I am happy that I get the chance to get out on my bike and are chased by furious dogs….I’ve had way too long off the bike for the time being, and am happy , too, that I am slowly building up toward longer and more demanding cycling.
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