That’s what it feels like riding the bike after so long leaving her cooped up in the garage.
It feels so metal leathering up and blasting down the road, even through the barren, unplanted fields of flat ol’ Illinois.
It’s good to be back in the saddle. The threatened rains have held off, the winds aren’t as bad as people would think, and I can deal with temps down into the 50s.
I’m sensing some quick bike trips in the near future.