We haven't been out riding for a few weeks. Our schedules have been kind of crazy. Since today was such a beautiful day, and we were both home this afternoon, we decided to load the bikes and go. With the leaves turning and falling off, it couldn't have been prettier. The path was covered with dry leaves that crunched under our tires. The colors were beautiful, and the air was fresh.
It's hard to explain the feeling I get when I hop on my bike. I get a rush of happiness. I feel like a kid again. Of course, after twelve miles, I realize I'm not a kid again. That's when the muscles start talking to me. That's when I talk back. I tell them to be quiet because I'm having such a good time.