My Morning Ride.

Personally, I mark my bike riding calendar by the need to wear gloves.

Or not.

And, despite the fact that it was grey, that there is new snow on the mountains, and that the wind was at my back when I left the near Eastern Townships this morning, when I got to the base of the big hill heading up to the top of Lotusland’s far Western plain I had to take them off.

The gloves, above, I mean

Hallelujah!

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