Saturday is long ride day. A chance to spend a few hours either alone with my thoughts or on a nice group ride chatting away the miles. Today was the former; encapsulated by fog and clouds the whole time, the world seemed to stand still. The roads were surprisingly quiet: nature abounded around me since no cars were driving it off; hawks, rabbits, pheasant, even a deer. As much as I love sunny bright days, the occasional ride through the fog like today is perfect. Alone with my thoughts I can just be unmolested by the outside world--I'm just a man on the bike: the road in front of me the only constant. It must be my association with the type of weather we had here today with California--the same effect happens, infamously known as June Gloom, where the world just seems to be in a hazy, foggy, misty, cloudy soup; only in L.A. it tends to burn off by 1 in the afternoon--but I had "Going to California" and "Over the Hills and Far Away" stuck in my head yet again. Sorry for the lack of photos, but the fog was just too thick.
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