I didn't go particularly fast. I didn't go particularly far. I didn't do anything particularly "rad". The trails weren't particularly "sweet". Everything was just nice; my legs felt good, I didn't really notice them and they just kept spinning, it was a glorious sunny day and I got home just nicely tired having finished into a brilliant sunset orange sky. I wish all days could be like this.
|The way out: 43miles of bliss|
|Proof I got all the way to the seaside|
|Climbing back onto Kingston Ridge: Kisses in the sky... aaahhhhh....|
If only all days could be like this one.
The ride finished with a couple of miles along the sea front and the esplanade, stopping to watch the odd bit of live music and street performance and to reward myself with a bag of freshly made doughnuts, poured and fried in front of my very eyes on one of the mesmerising machines on the end of the pier. I am lucky to live somewhere fantastic with very accessible "outdoors". When I finally got home I flopped onto the sofa, some 80miles to the good, a very happy boy.