Love Biking South in the Summer

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.