Sometimes you have to get lost to find yourself.
January 5, 2012
Can’t see the mud for the flowers.
I hit the road at 5.30am this morning for a couple of hours while my son trained down at the pool.
I loathe rising early, I’m a total night-owl, but once those pedals start spinning it’s a magic time to be on a bicycle, you’ve almost got the city to yourself.
I pottered around, mostly off-road, no one to share it with but Pukekos, and together we watched Auckland wake-up.
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