We set out chasing the sunrise, pedals propelling us into the promise of a new day. But sometimes, Mother Nature has her own plans. After a mere 10km, a dense veil of fog enveloped us, turning our ride into a mystical journey. There’s always something magical about foggy rides, an ethereal beauty that’s hard to capture but oh-so-memorable.
As the fog lifted, revealing the sun’s first rays, it spotlighted… a path littered with sheep droppings. Just when you think you’ve seen it all! It’s moments like these that make you wonder if sometimes, cruising blind might be better. Life, with all its twists, turns, and little surprises, sure knows how to keep us on our toes (or wheels)!
