It's a strange title for another dumb little loop out of Beaverton, but it's the first time in god knows how long where I finallly was able to truly tap the green fuse that's driven these 47 years of cycling. I remember as a kid and as a young adult riding for hours without concern for time or distance, I was always "on top of" the pedals, hills were effortless (kind of). While I'm growing old and know those days are gone, I've tried hard to get back to that feeling while riding, a feeling o infinite excitement in gunning the next hill, of being lost in time while on the road, of knowing that I am riding at my optimal level without compromise. Now, I'm not as fast, as strong, or as resilient as I was in the days I rode STP on a whim, for example, but if I can tap into that stream of pure excitement, of being there in the moment...there's not a lot else to aspire to.