That would be the sun. Not a real orange. This isn’t a Roald Dahl story you know. If it had been a Dahl story the orange orb in the sky would have winked at me or something before a giant hand reached down and grabbed me for breakfast.
Even a highway looks beautiful when you’ve got the morning sun as a backdrop.
Another awesome morning for a pre-brekkie ride. South-easterly wind which meant into it on the outrun and a decent tailwind for the way home, which included a couple of laps of Parc Levesque to get the ride to just over 40 km/h.
Hoping to get together with Andy this weekend for a couple of hours. Can you believe we have not ridden together in a few weeks? Miss the bloke! Sluggo too…come on lads, time for a reunion ride no?