Braved the deceptively sunny afternoon for a ride. Was chilly. More like winter than fall. But it was great fun to crunch through leaves and rattle over cobblestones for a while and feel vital. When I stopped I found a sheltered spot facing the sun by the water, the whole city laid out in fine panorama. A simple pleasure even if my toes were fucking freezing. May be more than a late ride — possibly the last one of the season. Unless it unexpectedly warms up…
If it’s the last, it will be the end of one of the most unbelievable cycling seasons of my life, highlighted by a developing love affair with Dallas Road in Victoria. Alas, she’s a long way from me now. The late summer featured a new ride and old haunts, and some real mind-saving moments.
