. . . and finding the flow.
Today was a good day, and in the wise words of Muddy "We'll wake up and do it all over again tomorrow."
Sometimes I think, "Really? Again tomorrow?"
Wake up, Kicking Horse, eat, roll over to the ever adventurous Crystal P and hop in.
"Weird, I think I actually feel alright."
Back home, eat, sleep, eat some more, and onto the hog.
Somehow when things turn bright in Victoria, it turns on a light in the legs. Early in the season you may catch an occasional flicker. "Was that it? Did you see that? I think the lights came on."
As that giant fireball becomes an evermore present presence, it has a way of flicking the switch, and eventually, the switch stays ON.
25.6, 26.2, 26.6, 26.7, 26.8, 27.1. Now we're cooking with firepower!
Loops of the Waddling Dog are a classic here in Victoria. Harness the power of the engines who have ridden here before!
Hog stays home and the 'flats are out for fun.
6:13, 6:08, "There must be a headwind," 5:47, 5:27. "Yeah, there was definitely a headwind. Easy now tiger, settle in." 5:54. . .