Courtesy of the gorgeous crew at Cycleaway, I went cycling away.
Like, hello bike, what brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?
Is it the ferry rides? The pretty water? The promise of dolphins?
The smell of honey scented air over heated bitumen?
The gorgeous back-packers? Their oblivious to cancer attitude?
The quaint, country graveyard along the way?
The sweet treats at the end of a downhill run?
The sunset and the splendour? The ending of a beautiful day? That you could have been anywhere else, but this is where you were?
Or was it just the god damn matching?
