Evan Sarah Epstein

I was fairly certain the cycling season would come to an end in September. After all, we’d had a fairly abysmal summer riding season that was punctuated with scorching hot temps and wintry cool. Neither of which enticed me to hop on the bike. But then a funny thing happened – fall was beautiful. I mean really beautiful. And for some reason, I am willing to ride in tights, jackets and hats in the months that end with an –er. I know I could have done this in the summer, but there is something so depressing about bundling up to go for a ride in June.

The last ride, which was sadly over a week ago now, was like a gift. A beautiful, sunny, mid-week ride from Maple Leaf to Mercer Island, around the island and back again. I am hopeful that I will be able to sneak in a couple more rides before it becomes too frigid out there to enjoy it.