labelcd6

Last Friday in the Ohio Valley was one of those days where you feel the first cold brace of autumn. I had just put in a long week at work, but that didn't stop me from sailing through a busy intersection due to a nicely-timed green left arrow. As I turned onto Sycamore St., which happens to be lined with huge, old Oaks, I sat up and just looked around as I coasted through an empty intersection. It was one of those rare moments when you feel like a Greek god, and if I was destined to ride down that street for all eternity with the first leaves falling and the faint barking of a dog in the background, that would have been fine with me.

Ride on.

lambo_vt

But now it's Monday morning.

wunderkind

I was off on Friday. Had some bike commute withdrawals. I hate riding around aimlessly. So I put my little 2-yo on the child carrier and off we biked to the post office and library.... via the long way.

unixpro

Any day I can ride and arrive safely is a good day. However, days like the ones you described are particularly nice. For me it's taking the trail/road past the lake when there's a particularly beautiful sunrise/sunset/female to look at.

CliftonGK1

My current project has me putting in 12 hour days at the lab. It's dark when I get to work, and dark again when I leave.