Damn. We hardly had a spring or summer; then I was sick for about six weeks during the prime autumn riding season. Now, I've been off the bike for so long that I can't even get up the steam for a short ride, let alone one in sub-60 degree weather. It looks like my cycling season is a bust for 2009.
Although I've already put away my wife's bike - as well as my half-dozen "novelty bikes" (none of which were ridden this year) - I've still got my main ride in the garage, with hopes that we'll have another weekend like 11/7-11/8 and I won't have any other obligations but to pedal out to Jones Beach or another of my favorite destinations. So far, Saturday 11/14 looks rainy.
I guess I have no real mission in submitting this post except to whine like a sissy. As I've gotten into my forties, my tolerance for cool-weather riding has diminished significantly and I've been packing away the bike earlier and earlier each year. The day I unload my panniers, remove the batteries from my flashers and bike-mounted mp3 speakers, and carry my last bike into the basement is always the saddest day of the year. Keep me in your thoughts, my friends, as I believe that day is coming soon!