Cycling.

the ground rushing by below me;
the wind beating against my face singing its all-too-familiar tune as it whips pass my ears;
the smell that often accompanies a rainstorm still hanging around even after the rain has passed;
the sound the bicycle makes where the wheels connect with the ground while the chain makes it's revolutions;
the song(s), the laughter;
the reasons...

minus
the smell i get after sweating so much;
the soreness my ass feels after 4hrs on the too-small seat;
the up slopes;
kester's stupid brakes that had me land unceremoniously on all fours; (fine. it wasn't your bike's fault. should have tested those ruddy brakes before jamming them all the way in)
the puddles that got my back all wet and dirty.

Something different from our usual routine. Definately worth the trouble.

thanks guys, it was fun! for me at least. lets do it again. someday. when my ass doesn't hurt quite so much anymore.