Dawn Patrol

During harvest commuting to work is a big part of my cycling as the opportunities for longer rides are limited compared to the rest of the year. I particularly love the early morning commute on the weekends. The streets are much emptier of traffic,and what traffic there is seems somewhat less frantic. Sundays are the best as the roads are virtually deserted, and I can with impunity blow through stop signs and stop lights. This morning, the final Saturday of October and likely the last working weekend of the harvest, was paricularly fun. The fog was thick and wet, and the temerature was just above the glove and full leg cover level. I put on a watchcap instead of a helmet, which always feels good for some perverse reason. Concious risk in some way makes me feel more alive. I was just cold enough to be stimulated instead of frozen. My legs felt good, and the sky slowly brightened as I rode in. There was just enough light to not worry about hitting the random road debris. My mind and my mood followed the lead of my legs and all seemed rosy and anything possible by the time I arrived at work.