My last few rides have been somewhat joyless. Not only have the leaves pretty much begun to leave but so have most of the other riders. The cold winds coming off the Atlantic along with grey skies and chilly winds are eagerly competing to see who can cast me into the most desolate mood. It's always hard at this time of year in Maine to believe that it will all come back in the Spring: the friendly "Good Mornings!", the sounds of the birds and the beauty of the beach roses. But for now it is just a case of (as my wife says) "manning up!".