Secret Morning Ride
I’m a true morning person, perhaps because I’m a loner by nature. My favourite time of the day is pre-7am, when most people are still in bed.
The other morning I was up at 5, looking forward to a morning row on Quidi Vidi lake. As I was flailing about the house getting ready I realized that I had neglected to check my text messages from the evening before. Sure enough, schedules had conflicted and rowing was cancelled. What to do? Go for a ride, of course!
The air had that distinct spring morning chill, but it didn’t bother me. I fired up the Vstrom and zig-zagged my way through the narrow, crooked streets of the old city. Water Street and Duckworth Street – normally so congested – were completely empty. I caught glimpses of myself in the glass of shop windows and allowed my imagination to wander. I felt as though I was in a movie, a lone motorcyclist riding clandestinely through an empty city.
I somehow felt that I was doing something very secretive, and I guess it was, in a way. Seen by no one, heard by no one, showing up at work at my usual time with no one any the wiser.What a wonderful way to start the day.