2 pops

I thought the tire stopped turning, rolling through the meadow and seeing the next little mud hole coming up on me, I looked at the tire and thought it stopped. Through up and over on my own little loop, dodging clouds, no lightning to ruin the day only to drizzle to make it better. Pushed through the gaps, pedals never stopped except to shoot a few pictures, solo better to plod along at my own pace than hold someone else's. Climbing and clearing the ears twice made the sounds louder in my head as the time ticked over.