Feeling like a Centaur

Today’s bicycle ride was as sweet as it can be.

As if I tricked my eyes into seeing a 3D world in a stereogram, I got dialed in to a zone where my bicycle was an extension of myself.  We were totally in sync, effortlessly rolling through a quiet wooded trail and hearing nothing but my heart beat and a low humming of the bike chain, until  this abstract reverie was abruptly ended by a big woosh of a nearby highway traffic.