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The first Sunday of March

The first Sunday of March was quite exceptional.
Kids got the flu, I got the day off.

The first Sunday of March was the official start of "the season", which really means nothing if you, like me, get to ride any time whenever it is possible and usually it's when it rains.

The first Sunday of March was a good day. We had no rain.

The first Sunday of March started off something like this...

The fog was a dead giveaway it was going to get sunnier and sunnier, although when we left home it was, well, rather grey, wet and cold.

The bike rally at Fossano was our excuse to get out and ride for the day, like I said, the first Sunday of March did mark the official start of "the season".
Notably, we rode for over three hours and met no other bikers on the road.
We also got lost on the way to the rally, fiddled with some maps, went round in circles, up and down the hills, then left and right.

When we finally arrived at the rally people were either leaving or eating lunch and to our delight nobody was queueing up at the lavvy. We had a ball.

The sun came up, it got warmer and brighter, we grabbed a bite and time came to split and make our way back to our homes enjoying the cozy afternoon sun.

On this great first Sunday of March.

Riding home, riding west

Nothing beats a dry, sunny winter day.
Try me.

Riding out is a steal, you have everything:
the excitement for the new found sunshine
the crisp air
the quiet you are about to break.

You and you only riding out for good, because that's just what the day deserves.
You get your warm caresses from the sun, which is pale and low and seems to be looking over you instead of dominating your every muscle.
That's what you have to do, to keep the cold out, while the engine heats your inner legs and the tailpipes shutter the still.

You roam by and are part of it.

Best, of course, is when you remember to ride out east and ride home west, making love to that big old chubby sun as it is about to set.

With your blood flowing hard and the air pumping through your nose you want to strip and make it all the way.

Lift your visor, unzip your jacket, gloves in your backpocket.
It never felt so good.

On a dry, sunny winter day. That's when you have it all.