As I’m gearing up for the Starry Night Rides next week, I have to admit it stings a bit to say goodbye to those daytime rides. The season’s slipping away, and barring a few weekend rides and commutes, the ol’ bike and I are moving into nighttime mode. With the snow starting its sneaky descent from the mountaintops into the valley, it won’t be long before I’m hanging with my riding buddies at the Kettle House, swapping stories and dreaming up next year’s routes.
This morning’s rain has me back at the Break Espresso, cozying up with a coffee. Anything new here? Not really, though they did put in a door damper, so now it won’t slam every time someone forgets to shut it “gently.” And hey, it’s payday, which is lucky because I’m so far behind on my Life Chores it’s almost comical. Maybe the rain’s the universe’s way of saying, “Time to catch up.”
Last night’s TNR party was a blast—huge turnout and all. Bittersweet, though, seeing friends I’ve spent the summer sweating up climbs and flying down singletrack with. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll catch one or two of them at next week’s night ride.
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