It has become somewhat of a tradition for me to take advantage of an early dismissal on the last day of school to go ride and release a years worth of teaching stress and embrace summer.
I like to ride with other people, but my ride Wednesday afternoon was just as enjoyable even though I was by myself. The temperature was certainly bearable with a gentle breeze. The woods seemed just a touch greener and softer than a few weeks ago. And my bike was running peacefully quiet and crisp.
My senses were acutely tuned to the environment today. I even welcomed the short, refreshing sun showers that lightly sprinkled me, Beowulf and Sals. Each of us breathing easier after the cleansing that water provides to the soul.
I stopped several times, not to catch my breath, but because it seemed like the right thing to do. The proverbial stopping to smell the roses if you will. Not that you can't do that on a group ride, but it is just different when you are out there alone, at peace, inhaling cleanliness and exhaling whatever impurities that ail you.
Group rides are cool, but the occasional solo flight is nice to keep your soul soaring.