Spring

Sun shining and dry roads lured my anaemic 45 out of her winter slumber and set us cutting through all of the quietest roads I could find beneath the bare mountain shaped like a chair- also known as Saddleback. I had planned a much longer ride but pissed about too long getting together all the things you take on a ride but never need til you don't take them. It was, of course, biting cold and the cold cut straight through my jeans and well into my knees, staying there long since. It's not like this is the first time this year I've been out on a bike; I've ploughed through some pretty mean weather. But this ride was different. This ride was the beginning of spring.