Stop and go

To Old Upper Thomson Road, 26 km. It's been ten days since I last cycled. On Sunday, I didn't even make it out the door despite waking up at dawn. Someone had told me: "If you have to ask whether you should ride, you shouldn't." So, I went back to bed. The only exercise I got was turning in bed. And that really helped to unclog - not my arteries, but my nose. I felt a lot better on Mon. When you stop, it sometimes helps you to go. Wisdom is knowing when to stop to go. I'm still sniffling a little, but when I sit on my saddle today, a smile flits across my face. For a while, office hard labour is forgotten. On the road, the incursions continue. A car crosses the line literally but veers away in time. As for the three walkers, they ignore me and I cross the line to veer away. Brushes with death on either side.