I remember hot summer days. I remember feeling the heat radiate off the asphalt, leaving skull caps, jackets, arm warmers, full-fingered gloves, leggings, and shoe covers at home. I remember how quick it was to get ready to ride without all those garments.
I remember filling all water bottles before a ride and needing to buy more fluid halfway through. I remember the taste of warm Gatorade and being grateful for my insulated bottle.
I remember early sunrises and late sunsets. I remember how I tried to remember my runny nose during cold rides.
I remember not being the only cyclist on the road.
I remember fast pace times, sweat, and tan lines. I remember unzipping my jersey to help vent heat.
Those are good memories.