fall has arrived. it's official. the thermometer announced it this morning. "44 degrees!" it shouted. "fall is here!" as if on cue, my nose got a bit stuffy and i coughed a bit in the middle of the night.
"44 degrees," i thought. "what do i wear?" i hadn't ridden at home in temps this low since april. it was in the 40s in early june when i rode in the mountains, but that hardly counts. so i had to hunt down a few things. i found my tights and jacket on the hanging rack inside my bathroom door. my shoe covers and fingered gloves were in the garage where i'd stored them away. i thought about pulling out my skull cap, but was pretty sure it would be too warm. i'm glad i nixed that idea. i was comfortable without it.
dressed properly, i left my driveway around 5:45. (i overslept.) before i was to the intersection of pine and vine, i heard a click, click, click coming from my front end. i stopped. checked the brakes. checked the sensor on my odometer. it was the sensor. i don't know how that thing moves on it's own when the bike's been sitting still all weekend, but it manages it.
i started again. the odometer wasn't reading now. i tried to adjust it. no dice. since i wasn't going to waste precious ride time fiddling with something so trivial as that, i took off to the west. i rode around the correction curves, over the river and up drouhard hill. at the base of the hill, i encountered a small patch of fog. pretty cool riding through it.
at the top of the hill, i turned and headed home. just before i crossed the river again, i noticed a large deer carcass in the east bound lane. i took note of it so i could call 911 when i got home. didn't want anyone to hit the bloated thing.
i rode on with the northwest breeze helping me along just a bit. i rounded the curves again and rode back into town. i turned onto pine and pulled up in my drive. the rest of the week the lows are supposed to be in the lower 50s. i hope they're right. i'm not ready to be really cold yet.
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