Wooooooooosh. A weekend in Richmond with Big John, and Monday all I can think is that sound. Such is the ass end of fall. Wooooooooooosh.
You know what to do. Seize the day and all that.
Also, for those of you who now can't fit your rally into daylight hours (myself included), I've got a little standing night ride going in parts north of town for any takers with the desire, mettle and burn time requisite for that sort of thing. This week:
The northside extreme will roll from Timberwood Grill via Flo Lakes at night for a fine smattering of gravel roads and local singletrack, both purpose built and not-so-much. Post ride bevies (they've got OB's Ten Fidy on tap) and perhaps the final, inconsequential snaps of TH night football to warm the soul at, quite possibly, or so. So call it a 3 hour tour if you know what I know, which is that I don't actually know.Dig? Charge your shit and so forth.
The thing about this "standing group ride": usually it's just me and C-Ham. Sometimes just one of us. Sometimes it doesn't happen at all. So it's worth noting that it's not really standing, nor is it that groupish. Consequently, there's an email list to sound the alarm, pretty much once/week, about what we'll be riding, when and where to meet, and how much beer to bring. It's not for everyone. In fact, I gave up a long time ago even trying to explain to people why I do it. But if you've got the legs and the soul for it, shoot me an email and I'll add you to the list of dudes who pretty much never show up - you'll be in great company.
Final thought for the day: Fatbikes are going to surprise, attack, and overrun the planet like a mash up of Terminator and Planet of the Apes. It'll happen slowly at first, and then, bang, something big will happen, and they'll simply be what everyone rides, almost overnight.
And, like everything else with 4.8 inch tires, it will be awesome.
Up, up, up.