A Perfect Ride

There was something about today's ride. Something I can't put my finger on that made it perfect. Maybe it was the cool breeze blowing from the north. Maybe it was the blue sky with lacy streaks of clouds. Maybe it was the quiet disrupted by the chirr of my bike tires.

Maybe it was the moment I coasted along the rural road, my eyes closed.

Whatever it was, the forty-five miles were perfect.




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