Work has been picking up and I’m having trouble finding time for a ride. After watching Dovi win Silverstone on PVR I jumped on the Tiger and went for a short ride down and up the Grand River. I’d like to be able to go on longer rides, for days and weeks and months, but can’t seem to find the time and space to do it. In the meantime winter is coming so I want to get as much saddle time into my head as I can to last the long, cold dark.
The sky was bruised ahead with a passing thunderstorm. My favourite moment was riding past a murmuration of starlings as they came to ground like a massive jelly fish after another day on their long migration south.
Back in Elora, I made my way through town and back home. It was only a half an hour ride, but it’s another one to put in the memory bank for those frozen January days when the possibility of riding seems as remote as walking on the moon.