Starting to remember what touring feels like; the slow ups with spinning feet- sitting in the saddle and wondering if as the road disappears out of sight around the bend, whether it flattens out or even starts to descend ... it never does.
Eventually a plateau is reached: there's no triumph at conquering the mountain. Mother nature has left you just enough energy to think you can keep going ... your reward ;the endless acceleration on the way down and feeling of terror as even a mild corner become a tobogan run. She playfully ruffles your hair as you enjoy the moment. feel the air rushing over your skin and sun on your face.
You're at the bottom again.
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