Nothing can quite be compared with the spring ride
Except for perhaps the fall ride
but alas I digress
The long dark days are slowly fading away
Time is now on your side as week night rides are no longer done in the dark
The sun is out to warm the long covered skin
But winter is not far from our minds
Piles of snow remind you of winter days past
A frozen lake glistens in the sun
Yet the day calls for shorts and you leave your arm warmers in the jersey pocket
The air warms your skin and you can't help but think of the hot days to come
But snow drifts linger in the shade to keep you cool as you pass by
What could be more perfect
What could be more perfect
Tires hum on the pavement
Lingering salt on the road glistens like glass
Dirt and debris line the road edges
But on a day like this it doesn't matter
Voices of riding companions flow through the air
Everyone excited to be back on the bike
Some for the first time, others off the trainers or out of the gym
It's hard not to love cycling on a day such as this
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