My One True Love

Had a hard time sleeping last night because I was so excited to be reunited with my one true love. Morning finally came and after a couple of last minute adjustments to bring the Cannondale out of hibernation I clipped in, placed the old hairy ass on the saddle and knew immediately that this is where I belonged. It had been way too long! Legs, arms, hands, every tendon and muscle simultaneously knew this is what they were created to do and were relieved to be at it again, after a four month dirge.
The handle bars were placed in perfect position. The hoods fit in my hands as if one, the saddle like it wasn't there. The cranks moved effortlessly, and the big chain ring... it was almost too much perfection. A simple, light touch of the finger shifted into another gear and slowed the bike. It was like the bike knew what to do, even before the signal travelled across the cables.

Met up with three. Amy is fighting off a Texas cold, but came and joined in for about 15 miles, before turning back.

What is love?
To be out away from the city, with vistas lacking a horizon
Damp, dusky, snow-melting air
Sun
The sound of the tires on the pavement
Leaning into a turn
Sweat
Heavy breathing
Attacking a hill
Descending
Speed
To feel like you are flying

This is one bad ass hill and they were smiling when they finished. Charles and Mike, both these guys wound up riding 100 miles today. Charles on a cx no less. He's getting ready for a 325 mile race in a few weeks. Me? 69/18.3
There Was A Need To Refuel