Up above the streets and houses, cross bike climbing high. Me and Mrs Wu today. Talked her out of Uni homework and into a quick glimpse of what nature's offering this morning. Road section. Cold. Hard work. Down lanes. Past cows. Past anglers. Past sunday awakenings. Up the South Downs Way. Road gear ratio isn't as bad as the lack of traction and grip. Wet chalk+30mm tyres=a face of determination. I fought the floor and the floor won. Down fast. Out breaths into the freezing air with the rythm and power of a steam train. Spin back along side my soulmate. Our bikes converse in ticks and creaks. They're friends, but don't get to ride together often enough. Home. Tea. Lunch. Grand Prix. Best ride of my life.