Yesterday’s little jaunt was a familiar one; the 60’ish mile Stress Reliever up and down the northern wall of the Central Valley. This was also my first time on the bike in nearly two months except for one run, the two miles into town last week. A small disaccord between balance and gravity had me casted for 20 days and rehabbing a Type II, radial head fracture. Last weekend I was able to push and maneuver the bike into the house solo for some hammock time on the Pacific. This display of strength combined with the uninspiring, document run into town days earlier sent the confidence through the roof. My return to The Office is rapidly approaching and given the going-on’s with local traffic (The CR1-Interamericana between San Jose and the rest of the Central Valley is reduced to 2 lanes from 6 until March) I need to be on the bike or start seeing a therapist to help cope with commute. Therefore, this ride to make sure the elbow is up to snuff. At 06:00 hell has not yet been unleashed. The departure should have been a bit earlier though. I found myself with the rising sun beaming directly in my eyes on the way to Heredia and the chaos factor on the roads changed with every passing minute as I entered the city. Heredia is where the route turns North seeking the pueblo of Barva. Outside of Barva the road is a solid 10 on the fun scale. It climbs and twits its way through a massive coffee farm. Motorcyclist are fortunate the owner of this farm must have some political clout thus providing a pristinely paved surface to rip on. Once the signature green and orange pillars witch marking this land baron’s property disappear, so does the fine asphalt. Back to the Costa Rica of old. The vistas were no less grand.