Riding Until I Can Breathe

Yesterday was one of those almost-perfect days for riding; not too hot, not too cold so we took the Can-Ams out for the morning. We got suited up and I usually follow Hubbin, but yesterday he let me lead. I headed west until we got so rural that the road narrowed, then we turned south and rode until we crossed the one road at the end of town that I know the name of. After that, the road names became numbers, so we headed east which dumped us back onto the main road that leads back into Duncan to take one of the side roads home.

I have been reflecting on that brief ride. I saw butterflies and horses, dogs and birds, and other than the occasional cow, only two other vehicles were out and about that time of morning. I took it easy, not because I was nervous, I took it slow to enjoy the ride. I had forgotten just how much a ride relaxes me and puts me in a better mood! I want me some more of that!!! I used to call it “Riding until I can breathe again,” now I remember why!