You chose your verb of choice, but the fact of the matter is that it's here. Plain and simple.
Remember all my pissing and moaning about the scorching 104° heat and solar death rays just a few short weeks ago? Yeah, well - i guess i should be careful what i wish for...
I had to dig deep into my stash of 'seasonal' cycling garb before riding to work yesterday to find these:
...and these:
...and in lieu of today's grey, drizzly skies - i might even have to sport one of THESE:
Despite the shortening days and cooler temps, i must admit that i enjoy early fall more than any other season in the San Gabriel valley. There's something special about the golden light casting its long shadows across the trail, the cool misty air that hugs the foothills, and the way the poison oak dies back - affording us a few shorts months of reprieve.
Ahhh...it certainly is a magical, less itchy time of year.
2 comments:
Let's talk about the weather! Oh wait, BORING, let's not.
'Cross is MAN-tastic. I can tell you right now that nobody wants to see pictures of shadows and s**t.
This is the time of year to toughen up. I like to get up in the middle of the night when it's coldest, rub myself down with ice cubes, and then ride nude up the steepest hill.
It'll make you meaner than Mr. T, and get you more Playmates than Hugh Hefner.
d. diamond is tough like an Ohio man. We loves us some syrup-coated, icy-nipple hill climbs. My "seasonal garb" consists of Assos Chamois Creme. By itself. All over.
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