We are now on the other side of the autumn equinox, and little bits of color are starting to appear in the foliage:
As the squirrel diligently collects nuts in anticipation of a long winter, so does the wise cyclist make the most of the fall by riding as much as possible. One could argue quite successfully that there is no better season for velocipeding: cool and crisp, set against a vibrant backdrop of changing leaves. It’s also the best time of year to venture off-road. In the spring everything’s all soft and mushy, and in the summer it’s downright swampy and you sweat right through your clothes whilst swatting away at a halo of mosquitoes. But in the fall everything’s just right for dirt rambling in street clothes:
While the Roaduno is, as its name would suggest, a road-oriented bicycle, it does seem to want to pull me into the shrubbery like a dog that keeps getting locked on a scent. Where I live there are the main routes in and out of town, but there are also numerous lesser-known portals, such as this one, which I used on my way home this morning:
The buildings are in Yonkers, but the greenery beyond it is New York City, and here’s how you access it:
The opening in the fence is barely wide enough to pass through with a bicycle:
We are now on the other side of the autumn equinox, and little bits of color are starting to appear in the foliage:
As the squirrel diligently collects nuts in anticipation of a long winter, so does the wise cyclist make the most of the fall by riding as much as possible. One could argue quite successfully that there is no better season for velocipeding: cool and crisp, set against a vibrant backdrop of changing leaves. It’s also the best time of year to venture off-road. In the spring everything’s all soft and mushy, and in the summer it’s downright swampy and you sweat right through your clothes whilst swatting away at a halo of mosquitoes. But in the fall everything’s just right for dirt rambling in street clothes:
While the Roaduno is, as its name would suggest, a road-oriented bicycle, it does seem to want to pull me into the shrubbery like a dog that keeps getting locked on a scent. Where I live there are the main routes in and out of town, but there are also numerous lesser-known portals, such as this one, which I used on my way home this morning:
The buildings are in Yonkers, but the greenery beyond it is New York City, and here’s how you access it:
The opening in the fence is barely wide enough to pass through with a bicycle:
