The Descent (or a dog with its head out the window)

Cycling downhill

A dog with his head out the window.

It really is the only way to describe the feeling of the descent. Or at least this descent. Or at least this descent son Sunday.

A descent  from the khaki and the fern green of the moor. A narrow descent of switchbacks that plummet in brake singeing fashion. A wilful descent that encourages quicker, faster, eyeballs out.

Shift weight back and feather.

Scrub speed and hang knee out to the left.

Shift weight back and feather.

Breathe in. A car. It’s a quiet road, but you can expect the odd intrusion on your path. It’s not, obviously. But it feels like one. This is my road, my descent, my time in the sun.

Scrub speed and hang knee out to the right.

Carry that speed through the bend, up the incline, onto the rolling road beyond.

Cheek rippling, eye’s squinting, tears ooze out.

No feeling like it . Ask any canine. A dog with its head out the window.

 

Cycle art available to purchase direct from Michael Valenti here (and rather good it is too). Dogs in cars project via Keith Hopkin

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