It’s been a month since my last post, and perhaps that long since I’ve taken out my camera.  I didn’t take a single photo today, either, but I’m still enjoying the effects of my sunday morning ride some twelve hours later.  It’s late, late fall in Hastings and the mornings run to slate grey and cold.  I suspected I’d be riding alone (true) and I’d give serious thought to going back to bed (also true) so I laid out my kit last night and staggered into it this morning.  The bike was already leaning against the back and I simply rode through the weak dawn light to the city.  I rode the simplest bike possible — canti brakes and a single speed.  A frame pack from 1982 held a spare tube and some tools.  I rode slowly but steadily through air that felt like suspended rain.  I’d dressed for ice, so I was actually toasty.  So toasty, in fact, that I stripped off the fleece at the new york city line.

Since then, I’ve spent the morning working, hit the gym, napped, and then worked some more until now.  Break time.  Then more work.  It’s been that kind of month.  But at least I got in a ride today.