I like riding. I like how I feel while I'm riding. I have the good fortune to ride through a forest with virtually no traffic past tall trees, clear water lakes and sharing the road with deer, an occasional bear. Sometimes when I ride I am both an old fellow and a twelve year old boy at the same time. Sometimes I'll notice that I am smiling at nothing in particular, just smiling. Often riding is like a moving meditation as if I am sitting still and the road is moving past me... I am a time traveler, a spirit flowing through manifestation. Not often... but sometimes simply riding down the road with my dog next to me in the sidecar is a kind of spiritual experience, like what I used to feel with my Indian ponies years ago. Maybe I'm trying to describe something I don't have the words for. I'm glad you had a good ride, Russell.
SB