I felt languid, but appreciated the flex of my warm legs. Easy in a cross wind. Strong in the thick air. No drama in the turgid head winds, just riding, grateful for the breeze I generate with my speed. Not a time for speed records, but the best time to be cycling.
The ride home at the end of the day was an urgent race against thunderstorms. It got dark at the office and I kitted up quickly after looking at the radar. Big cells bearing down from the inland. So I rode home like the wind, the bike path deserted and my heart pounding as the thunder rumbled. I had two minutes to spare before the rain hit. I love summer.