Oh, it's been a gloomy, gloomy August here but yesterday -the worst day of them all- as the day progressed, the fog began to imperceptibly lift until 4PM when the sparkling sun came out under beautiful blue skies... It was time to get out on the bike! The LeMond has been a little neglected of late so I pumped up the tires, oiled the chain and off I went. As is only appropriate for such a beautiful afternoon, it was a "free" ride. By that, I mean the LeMond has no computer so I just ride to ride on that bike, not shackled by HR or cadence or speed... just me and the bike. As is usually the case when I ride around town, on the way back I ended up at the pier. I like to stop here for a few minutes, collect my thoughts and enjoy the sound and sparkle of the Pacific. The ceaseless, rolling of the waves has always drawn me and stopping here is just my way of paying my respects and saying "goodbye" for another day as I head home. As I pushed off yesterday and coasted away, I brought the free pedal up, locked in and slowly, languidly began to pedal eastward. With the sound of the surf behind me fading away, I felt such a sense of peace, of joy as I realized what a wonderful thing it is that we do, riding our bikes. We push the pedals, we move forward. It just doesn't get any better than this.