ever have one of those mornings where everything comes together like a well tuned symphony? the bike is purring like a well fed cat on a velvet sofa. the brisk morning fog turns to warm beams of sunlight. the tourances are just scrubbed in, digging it's sharp claws into soft asphalt. and the aerostich finally softened up, and you know its got your back. the ducatisti wound up in the wrong meeting place, so brunhilda and i were off on our own to wander through the bumpiest twistiest roads i could find. the fog covered the middle of the mountain, and i had to find as many ways to dive into it as i could. here were a couple stops along the way: <img src="http://www.setthemfree.com/pictures/bike_porn/alices/foggy_street.jpg"> <img src="http://www.setthemfree.com/pictures/bike_porn/alices/sepia.jpg"> <img src="http://www.setthemfree.com/pictures/bike_porn/alices/tree.jpg">
Seconded. Beautiful pics, sasha. And yes, those days when everything comes together make up for all the garbage we put up with normally.
