S p i n on a S u n da y

It's quite possible that it is because of the I Bike MCR rides around Manchester [and far, far beyond] that's kept me here for years longer than I'd intended.. or at least, kept me here with a constant excited radiating feeling [a.k.a when's the next ride [i]when'sthenextride[/i]]. Whether they be just for girls, or struggling up huge hills, or stampeding as fast as we can, or spinning around the Velodrome or pootling + nattering along at sunset, or creaking along in pitch black looking for bats- these rides surely define the meaning of the word : p e r f e c t i o n and every time, there is a different level of contented discovery and feelings of bursting positivity.

Today's ride was meant to be a panting one, cranking our way up the hills of Holme Moss, but the trusty gale force winds meant we opted for the alternative flats of the Cheshire Lanes [which my whip lashed neck left over from the moshing of Friday night was not so silently relieved about]. A poignant day, this was, because my love for these rides and for the awesome-awesomeness of the woman who runs them has been no secret over the years, and as my tired hungover and out of shape calves kept those pedals turning desperately trying to keep up, I fully acknowledged that these adventures [for the time being] would be no longer filling my life up with superb-ness.

The sun was crisp and almost blue it was so bright.
A fantastic closure to such formidable fandangos.