There is something magical about early morning rides. Today was exceptional as the weather was absolutely perfect. It was a cool 14c and it smelled fresh after a light drizzle. It was still dark when I met Ken at 0645 for our usual Wed ride to Point Walter.
It was great to see his young son Scott as well at Canning Bridge. He rides a Specialized carbon roadie and is an ardent MTBiker as well. Seeing him all decked up in matching lycra, I remarked, "You are going to get bored riding with us mate..." but he replied he was here for the company. Great attitude from a guy who averages 38kmh, and maxes 72kmh! Scott has my respect.
The mysterious thing about cycling here is though the route may be the same, the weather always changes and today, everything seems all too beautiful. The soft orange hue of the sun peeking slowly through the clouds, lighting the darkness gently was divine. It was also nice to see the world gradually wake up. I'll let the pics speak for itself...
This old song by Bee Gees seems very appropriate for the morning.