So, sometimes slower is better. Especially with an early start. Rolling out the door to sense the morning peace, is like straining eyes to see over the next ridge. A breeze only just beginning to stir. Geese honking overhead, descending through a grey sky to a pond of grey water. The bicycle glides at a perfect pace with morning unfolding before it.
But there is also arriving. Because a place gives wandering purpose. A place nearby is like a neighbor. And a place set aside, is like a listening friend. How sad to travel for distance sake and pass him on the way.
It sounds like you're getting a lot out of your early morning excursions. Nice color in the top photo.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds wonderful, in theory, except the getting up early part. I can't do it, or if I do, it's an ordeal.
ReplyDeleteVery well said!
ReplyDelete'Perfect pace' - I love this concept. Every ride has its perfect pace - some faster, some slower. Sometimes you can battle against it. You try to go faster and the ride is spoiled. Perfect pace is when your bicycle achieves perpetual motion, when the forces of friction, gravity and propulsive effort declare a truce.
ReplyDeleteA massively inspiring piece, visually and verbally.
Early morning rides. Nice. I can't wait until I can get out for those, and has some daylight during the ride.
ReplyDeleteLooks great.
You manged to get a great sunrise shot.
ReplyDeleteMust be nice to ride without snow and ice on the road.
ReplyDeleteit is true that every ride has it's pace. Having gone on two long distance rides, I love how the pace changes day to day. Some great thoughts and pics here...
ReplyDeleteNice observations on pace. It is nice to see exposed dry pavement. I miss it!
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