Early morning rides in August are the best. The cool wind zips up my sleeves. The motorcycle cuts through the fog hanging over the road near wetlands. I can feel the temperature drop in the low elevations and rise at the tops of hills. Traffic is light because school is out. People seem to be in less of a hurry. And best of all, when I bike south, where the sun shines in between the trees I can see my shadow on my right. The lowest part of my image (the wheels) are elongated. I looked like a big wheeled, tiny headed biker.
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