Life is so much simpler on your bike. On a country B-road, the hot tarmac moistened by a sudden shower, I found my own personal Nirvana.
That smell; you know the one.
I tried to take a deep breath: the nasty phlegm, smoker’s wheeze and the bug meeting its high-velocity doom in my eye totally spoiled the moment.
I count roughly seventy-seven miles travelled this week.
Ain’t so bad.
