In order:

1. Rolling down Shep…Oh, sure, seeing my kids born.  That’s a given, right?
2. Rolling down Shepard Road from Ford Road down the gorge of the Mississippi River all the way to Sibley [*], with a howling tailwind behind you all the way, on one of the most beautiful mornings of the year.
   
   This’d be the view from Crosby Park, which is about 100 feet below the bike path.  Bear in mind, this is not the country; this is in the middle of Saint Paul, probably a few hundred yards south of the West End residential neighborhood.     

     So gorgeous that even I, a notoriously blase Scando-American who was also in mid-bike-ride, involuntarily went “Oh, wooooow” several times.

3. Driving your enemies before you and hearing the lamentation of his women.
4. Pretty much everything else.

That is all.

UPDATE:  Natually, no – that is not all.  What was this morning a screaming tailwind is, at the end of the work day, a howling headwind. 

Oh, well.  It was a great start to the day…

[*]  Especially east of Montreal, where the path is pretty new.  From Fort Road to Alton, it’s like riding down a Bolivian goat trail.  Which would be fine on a mountain bike, but if G*d had intended bikes to ride off road, he’d have made them full-tracked.  Skinny tires; stay on the road.

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