One weekend a year. One perfect weekend a year to soak up summer's grand finale. And for me, this was that weekend.
Blink, and you'll miss it. The weather must be perfect. The skies must be a deep blue. The temperatures must be brisk, the trails must be, well, the trails are pretty much always good. Time to forget about heart rates, forget about tire pressures, forget about brake bleeds and DOT 4. Time to absorb.........
Look out at the mountains right now and you'll see a band of intermittent gold stretching from north to south. One snowfall, one freeze, one more windstorm and it's all over...
See? Told ya it was quick...
2 comments:
Very nice. I was glad we got one more ride in. Of course, there will be others, just further between...
Dig the photos. Glad you and MW got out before his migration to NY.
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