I miss the wind

Taking one weekend off of riding caused two things to happen: My warrior wounds had time to heal, and I missed the hell out of being on my bike. The wounds, one from being hit by a freight train and the other a swollen ankle from wearing flip flops in the first rain, were the reason I felt I needed to slow down and rest. Now, all I can think about is flying across the road and the feeling of being released from the confines of a metal machine.