I love a long ride... one that extends from fill up to fill up. I love the way it puts me in the 'zone' giving me an almost otherworldly experience... a zen sort of thing. And so come Friday I'll point my trusty Trumpet westward on a full day's ride, to the where ocean meets land in a place called Vancouver. There I'll hook up with son and grand daughters before skipping across the Georgia Straight to Vancouver Island to see my 92 year young mother. The weather looks promising, while the wonders of family awaits me in the wake of what promises to be a glorious ride.
Now what, I say WHAT gets better than that?
