We were up at 7:00 AM. I only got to sleep at 4:30 because I had become wound up working on the blogs from our trip. We started off with a cool morning, as usual. The Weather Network said it was 5 C (41 F) but felt like 2. But the skies were clear and the radar showed that no precipitation of any form was likely. Years ago, the manufacturers of Irish Spring soap developed that product in response to a survey showing there was a section of the populace who actually enjoyed the experience of showering outdoors on a crisp morning. They would have felt right at home today.
Leaving the driveway at 8:30, we stopped for fuel (I should have filled with cheaper Virginia gas in Williamsburg but didn't get a round tuit) and were at the Tim Horton's on Levesque Street well before the 9:00 AM departure time. We found President Rob, VP Dan, Past President Terry, Rob's dad Ray, new guy Don and the ever faithful Roger (who had already ridden in from Manitoulin Island this morning). No passengers except for Sandy and no one showed up after us. Ray had decided that he was just there to wave goodbye to us so the remaining six bikes headed east on Highway 17 just after the key time.
As we rode along, my mind started to wax a bit poetic. I considered what it is that gives us such joy riding along with the harsh pavement six inches below our feet. We find such pleasure being in the air and in the scene instead of observing it from inside the walls of a cage, enjoying the visceral satisfaction of leaning into a curve and feeling the tires bite as the bike responds to Newton's Laws. Then I pondered the ballet of a group of like minded friends all going through the same experience as they move in unison down the open road. The love of this sets us apart from the general populace and, if I had to explain it, they wouldn't understand. I was pretty much in The Zone this morning.
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