Happy Riding In More Ways Than One
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…
