surges like flood waters into your mind. Swing your leg over the saddle (holy hell
you're sore), and stand there for a moment, mostly to steady yourself to keep from
toppling over like a stiff-legged drunk. Remove your helmet and breathe deeply.
Savour everything.
You're now somewhere you hadn't been that morning — Day 1 of many into an
adventure. As the sun nestles itself below the distant plane of the Earth, like a
sleepy infant under a thick blanket, the bottom of your brain suddenly drops out.
You're struck by a chilling epiphany:
Oh dear god. I have to do this again first thing tomorrow.
Then your posture softens and you smile, reconsidering: No. Thank god I get to
do this again first thing tomorrow.