teeth

sometime during the night in a groggy fog I decided not to race, to ride.  Thats a change, no urgency to race?

I slept very sound again, rare-ish for me. 

after a night cap toast from the fresh growler from Dock st.'s dinner

the sunlight blast in the front windows, natural and bold.

and it just might be the geared bike with a front fork, just enough change, the new speed, comfortablly fast, and wiss. has got some goodish lines, damp, most thing are settled down, or pushed aside, no surprises, just bombs away.

I visited a trail at wiss, no one rides much, an outta the way one, and pedaled about with the rides of the past's ghost.  Good ghost. 

I stopped and sat at the log, I knew my chain ring had taken some of it.  

cheers, david.