Fog and a gray white morning seeps into my body before I'm fully awake, drawing me from bed, whispering abandonment of all things save to be on the road. Riding towards work a line from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum" -- Break the Gossamer Web of Some Dream swept through my head. I'd read that story just a few days earlier and now here it was again. Riding like a dream.
Those rides, dreamlike and dripping with excited expectation that world will be different, the view over the