Looking over my shoulder on the way to work at the top of the bridge and seeing Mt. Wellington lit by the morning sun.
Saying "Morning" to the usual suspects as they cross the bridge in the opposite direction, also on their bikes, but on the way into town.
Turning the corner and knowing its a tailwind for the second half of the trip
Trying to hear my bike over the rushing air, and it being tuned well enough so I cant.
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