You’re not always alone
It happens most on days with a steady crosswind on the ride.
I’ll be riding along by myself, and suddenly realize that I’m not alone.
There’ll be a dog running along beside the road, but I’ll know I have nothing to worry about… because they’ll be going for him.
But most of all, I hear that voice, telling me “We’ll have a cross-tailwind coming home, Lauren. You’ll like it!” I always envision an evil, cartoon-ish cloud hovering over my shoulder…
I miss, ya, Marko, but you’re never far away.