I received my new Brooks B17N Laced saddle yesterday just in time to see the storm blow in. A wall of sand as high as the Rockies, 60+ mph winds followed by rain for the evening.
I'm an early riser and always have been. With no prep, I saddled up and peddled my bike out of the drive and headed out of town. The storms that blow threw here leave a clean smell behind them along with the broken branches and sudden puddles. The 60 degree air was also welcome after remembering the afternoons of high 90's and 100's.
I took a road less traveled that crossed the cotton fields and acres of undeveloped land of prairie grass and scrub oak. The birds were singing as if in unison praising the welcome rain. This all felt good as the sun was rising. Then I heard the "whoo-whooo" of the mourning dove. That one sound has the trigger to take me back to my boyhood growing up in Louisiana, South and West Texas....getting up before anyone else and going out into the quiet mornings with no distractions as the day begins except for that lonely "whoo-whooo" of a lone mourning dove off in the distance. I don't know, it was such a peacefull feelling riding along in the cool and wet dawn with that same familiar sound as the only break of this quite morning besides the swish of my tires.
Just some thoughts from this morning
Oh, I even forgot to evaluate my new saddle.