It happened yesterday, somewhere along Mystic Vale, perhaps the 2nd or 3rd time through.
Her red drop bars were the perfect length apart, that white tail just the right height. Then there's her frame geometry . . . wow! The perfect fit.
By the end of our ride, mud covering any & all available spaces, we found our fit. Legs, lungs, hands, & heart were perfectly paired with frame, wheels, spokes, & sprockets.
We're back, & there's a great week on it's way.
Rest well.
2 comments:
I don't often comment on your blog...but I read it.
It's like reading poetry.
Thank you.
Joanne and C-Moss (who is a blue tick hound X and is definitely poetry in motion)
Thanks for your comment. I'm really glad to hear you enjoy it.
It's great inspiration to watch a happy dog playing their perfect song.
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