The plan was to wake up with the sun, then ride.
But there was no sun. Just thick clouds and the looming threat of thunderstorms.
I rode, anyway.
It didn’t take long to leave the city behind, and soon enough I was waving at cows and horses and one very sad farm dog as I zoomed past.
The rains held off. I crossed paths with countless other cyclists who also decided to bet against the weather. We all waved at each other, happy to just be out there.
I pointed the bike toward new roads, unsure what I’d find along the way.
Eventually I needed to double-check the map, so I stopped beside a field filled with hay bales for some up close and personal time with Google Maps. I also snapped a few photos and grabbed a snack. Because every ride needs to be remembered. And fuelled.
Somewhere in the distance a tractor was digging a trench around the edge of a corn field, the stalks hiding most of it from view.
Overhead, a hawk dove out of the sky and disappeared behind a gravel pile, re-emerging seconds later with a very large piece of something unidentifiable dangling wildly out of its beak.
Eventually it was time to turn for home, and I pulled into the driveway filled with gratitude.
From the outside looking in, it might have looked like an ordinary ride on an ordinary early morning. But there’s no such thing as ordinary when we’re on a bicycle.
I’ll have to keep finding new roads, then.
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