01/01/11.
I can see clearly now the wine has gone. But I can't quite see all obstacles in my way. 1 mile in, tread in dog sh*t. Smell terrible. Turns out, sh*t origin - human.
Try and not let the little things get in the way of the big things and ride not sniff. Sun folds back a grey skyscape to reveal nature wearing her best sky blue ceiling. Vapour trails and little fluffy clouds. No trains. No cars. No people. Just me and my bike. Fresh air is nature's blessing. Short loop becomes longer. Balance restored. Wilderness mojo. Ice gone. Mud remains. Tarmac calls. Homemade soup calls. The best ride of my life (ignoring the hour cleaning shoes afterwards)

I can see clearly now the wine has gone. But I can't quite see all obstacles in my way. 1 mile in, tread in dog sh*t. Smell terrible. Turns out, sh*t origin - human.

