And there are some really looooong straight roads.
You really could watch your dog run away for three days, except he'd fall in a ditch or a canal long before that.
It's a beautiful place and the sky is huge and the sightlines are enormous, but man, I miss a mountain, a winding trail, a hill to climb. The feeling of your legs working and the concentratiin of running down a technical hill. Here it's one heel strike after another.
And I am just not mentally tough enough for a road that just disappears as a dead straight line into the horizon. Oooof.
Now, give me a corner or a curve, and I'll always want to see what's round it and go on and on and on. The man? Tough as nails. Just sets the pace and goes and goes.
I'm a kindergartener. How much loooooonger????!!!!!!!
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