It’s 5:40 on a Saturday morning. For no apparent reason, I can’t go back to sleep. Peaking through my bedroom window, I can see that the sky is spotless; not even one cloud. I see an opportunity. I decide to get up. Yes, at 5:42 on a day off, I’m actually excited to get up because I realize that I can go for an early ride. I’m not talking about an organized local club ride. Noooo, just a wonderful solo ride; me, myself and I!
Aaaah, the joy of having the country roads all to myself!
Feeling the cool morning breeze tickling my forearms.
Waving to that old man, sitting in his rocking chair on his front porch, sipping his first coffee.
Admiring the morning light finding its way through the trees.
Saying hello to random horses, goats and cows being fed, giving me the “who are you and stop staring at me” kind of look!
10 years since I first started my love affair with cycling. And I can assure you that even after a decade, I always get little happy butterflies in my stomach before a ride, especially an early morning one. Pure joy of being able to do what I want, when I want…
Oh, I believe there’s actually a word for that brilliant concept: freedom!
(Tremblant resort from La Conception)
(Corn is slowly growing!)
(La ferme de Monsieur Émond)
(Great news: new Garmin jersey fits with my glasses!!)