Back In The Saddle Down In The South
You see a tunnel of darkness, feel it closing in pain, shrieking with acceleration, and plummeting towards exhaustion. You rise against weakness, find peace in simple purpose, and your mind fills with a frenzy of speed. Going fast on a bicycle. Visting Charlotte North Carolina last weekend, I had the opportunity to join a group ride on Saturday morning. I stood out like a sore thumb for a number of reasons, chiefly, I was showing a lot of skin. The day was forecasted to hit a high of around 60 degrees, and the cloudless sky promised not to interrupt any of the sun’s warm transmissions. I dressed accordingly, at least, I dressed appropriately for a Michigander. The ten other riders were clad in head to toe winter apparel, the kind I typically save for those days laced with snow. My bare arms and exposed legs made introductions obvious “this is Jesse, he’s not from around here”. I was invited to the ride by Kyle Knott, and he introduced me to everyone in the group before we g...