Originally Posted by
Giant Doofus
I wrote about this in a post recently, but will repeat it here. I was riding home in a cold, misting rain one day when the clouds parted, the rain stopped, and the sun came out. As it warmed my face, I knew I would have missed the beauty of that moment had I been enclosed in the glass and metal of the car. I ride partly for these small graces of the bike.
Yes, no one but the foot-stompers can know what we feel. Thanks for your post.