It has a pretty good week the last week, more than 200 kms but less than 250. A couple of rest days and then a another good ride. Out the door before 6:30 am and the heat is on. My legs are rested but heavy in the soup of morning. Sweat flows. The smell of sweet blossoms, the stench of bats. The wind fits and fights me at every turn and I am ass up and forward against it. Cicadas scream and my ipod can't compete. A beautiful ride, I arrive at work soaked and elated. I love this commute.