I heart my bike commute

Some say that profanity betrays a lack of creativity: if you're skilled with language, you don't need expletives for effect. Perhaps true, but I've never claimed to be creative, particularly with regard to describing physical things; painting a picture has never been my forte. Forgive me, therefore, for my deficiency; I can find no more effective way of saying what I'm about to say than this: it was a f*ing perfect morning for a bike ride. Not to put too fine a point on it: it was f*ing perfect. Perfect.