Putting away the trainer...

So is this Daylight Saving Time, or did we just get off of it? Who cares! All I know is, I rode my bike today after work.
Gregory and I only had time for 23 miles before it was dark. That's okay, I left everything on the road. Know what I mean? You cyclist do. We were not very fast, but that didn't matter, it felt good to push it. First the warm up chat, side by side through the neighborhood. Then as we swing out on to Centerville Turnpike, the traffic causes you to get single file and pick up the tempo. The rush of your senses as your heart rate jumps and cars are passing. No wind in the lungs for conversation now. Turn on to a much less traveled country road, but the cat's out of the bag. The speed will not drop until we hit the 'hood again, or my body gives up. Time to settle in to the rhythm, pull then recover. Over and over. Not at all like intervals on a trainer, I thought as I tryed desperately to grab his wheel after my pull. I found a little protection from the cross wind and grabbed a quick hit off the bottle. The Sun was fading fast, the shadows on the road longer, the temperature dropping. Nothing like a trainer ride. The pace usually gets pushed on the last long straight road before we get into traffic again, this time would be no different. Greg goes by me saying something about a lead-out. He went by me so fast, the Doppler Effect made it hard to understand. So what else could I do, but turn myself inside out to catch him. Not like any ride on the trainer I ever had. Soon we are in cool down mode, and back on speaking terms. Just in time for the Sun to slip away. We roll into the driveway, with the satisfaction of the pain. "Good ride, lets do it again soon!" Never said that when getting off the trainer.