I started serious cycling back in 1973. Over the years I raced, toured, and just rode. No rides under about 10 miles, longest 210 miles. And more often than not, the rides were delights of perfection. No fit type pains, race effort suffer fests were joyful and, mile after mile giving smile after smile. Today, I had one of those rides!

Over the years the rides of perfection become fewer and fewer, inactivity, too few miles and aging takes a toll. But today, 40 miles of perfection reminded me of why I fell in love with cycling and why I keep on riding and seeking that magic. My legs were strong, my power was 20 watts over typical, my speed was a 1 mph faster, and my comfort was through the roof! The butt was not only not bothersome but comfy. Hands were pain and numbness free. The heat was hot but I did not care. The few rain showers were brief and refreshing. I was like the old days, relieved even better than they ever were.

Tomorrow, I will ride again, and who knows, I be chasing nirvana again, for as long as it takes, one great day makes up for a hundred not do great ones.

How about you – are you gonna go ride or what?