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ignition key from the nearly
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Getting to work after a ride in is invigorating. Instead of a tedious trundle in a car you're full of oxygen. You've smelled everything on the way in and you're switched on because you never ride a bike half aware.
The other morning I was at an all day meeting only five minutes from home, so rather than go straight there I shot past it and went for a ride along the river. I still ended up being one of the first to arrive, and I was cold but lit up in the way that only a bike ride can do.
At the end of a day of meeting about something I get the sense has already been decided (but we had to talk about it all day anyway - yes, it was tedious), instead of going home I took the bike down the Grand River to the covered bridge and then came back on the north shore. Even a short, twenty minute ride like that put the spring back in my step and cleared away the Kafkaesque cobwebs in my head from that day of soul sucking, meaningless blah blah.
The foggy and damp ride in this morning. The smell of earth and new shoots filled the heavy air as the Tiger purred to work...