Seven degrees. Windstopper. Merino. Buff. Combined loops make for epic views. Climb and climb again. Stop in wonderment. Sky, blue to pink to black. See from Bognor to Brighton, Gatwick to Goodwood. Climb some more and decend warily. Poor dead badger. Climb on chalk. Dry. Steep. Rocky. Traction? Non! Lights cross paths, greetings offered. Mutual respect of convention rejection. Road and track home. Loop in reverse. Live badger scuttles along side. Stop at lake. Sound of pee in pond drowned out by weir and waterwheel. Four degrees. Home. Embrace. Pizza. Apprentice. Bed. Sleep smiling. Balanced. THE BEST RIDE OF MY LIFE.