feeling as though somehow i was in a parallel universe on this lovely morning for a ride- that somewhere right next to me but as yet unseen by me were a dozen or so riders also enjoying the conditions- i set out by myself on the mrr this morning, unrestricted by the presence of others, able to enjoy going fast, slow, up on the cranks, back on the saddle, all at gloriously indiscreet and inappropriate times, with nary a care nor a worry.
and the busses and the cars and the trucks all understood: they stayed away, they let me through, they let me by; they knew that i was being an untrammelled free spirit and they didn't want to disturb- the wanted to support me in that.
and the green lights seemed mostly to understand, although some of their friends hung out and insisted on stopping me at times.
and i went at the speed that i wanted without anyone asking me to speed up or slow down or watch out or shouting that they were slowing or stopping or turning left or that it was clear up or there was a car up or a bus up or truck up or there was a car back.
and i caught up to team ness on belmore and had a delightful chat with them, but then the spirit of freedom whispered to me again and off i had to set, alone on the roads, caught inexorably by the spirit.
but then…i started to think about the companionship i had missed, the chatter foregone, the shared coffees, and how my sole ride perhaps…perhaps…hadn't been as good as i had thought.
perhaps next time i might find out.
getting older but still enjoying cycling