Another Saturday brought another group ride, this one to the hills near Tinker Creek. We nine celebrated eventual coming of spring with fire in our hearts and steel in our eyes.
We rode together.
We climbed hills together.
We stood there, together.
We stood there, too. Together.
We finished, on our own, by coming back together.
Then we had the usual standing around and talking about what we had just done, how much we had enjoyed it, and when we could do it again.