6.30pm. Choose bike. Cross bike. Sunshine coming out. Rainclouds were all mouth and no trousers. Dusty dry chalk, someone else's fresh tyre tracks. Stop. Water. Go. Take pictures. Feel more alive than an hour ago. Sit with the birds and bees as they prepare to go to bed. Content. Ascent. Lungs hurt, good pain. Stop. Urinate. Go. Train home. Call on Joe. Chat. Find cracked Onza. Home happy none the less. Best ride I ever did. 7.30 pm.