Fog enshrouds
Fog enshrouded the West Hills this morning. Tucked behind the fairing, only my knees suffered the cold on this morning. Quiet. Mellow. Slicing through the cages and double tanker trucks.
Fog enshrouded the West Hills this morning. Tucked behind the fairing, only my knees suffered the cold on this morning. Quiet. Mellow. Slicing through the cages and double tanker trucks.