A Taste of WAR

There are few thigs to rival swooping along Del Park Road early on a cold morning, particulalry when the mist is across it, the sun shines intermittently through the trees, the air is cool, dense and bristling with extra horsepower, earplugs attenuate the sound of the bike and lock you further into the serenity of the insular micro-environment inside your
helmet thats warmed by your breath, as your glare penetrates through your dark visor to exit of the corner and a minute twist of your right wrist catapults you to the next one.

Its the ultimate in isolation, in being in charge of your immediate environment and your immediate destiny, yet its ultimately more enjoyable when surrounded by friends duplicating that experience for themselves.

Thats when you stop at the millhouse to share the individual nuances of your experience with everyone else and as you finish your last fork full of warmed chocolate cake, you realise that everything is right with the world.

PB – not missing the bike or Dwellingup runs at all.
—–Original Message—–
From: war-bounces On Behalf Of David M
Sent: Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:42
To: WA Riders
Subject: WAR: RE: Ride Sunday 30/5/4 BP Armadale 7.30am meet 8am sharp leave

ughhhhh!!! why so early? is the sun even up at that time these days? 😉

Dave R6