JayP

The smell of crisp cool air,

the sound of crinkling leaves,

the visions of naked trees,

the feel of frozen dirt,

the taste of Fall.

 

There is something about riding in the Fall that I really enjoy. Is it the memories of racing XC every weekend, way back when, back east, with the colors going off? Is it the pure feeling of riding for fun with absolutly no pressure or thoughts of a upcoming race? Is it the foreplay to my passion for snow riding? I think it's a lot of things and one thing for sure is my Fall this year was a bit kiboshed due to circumstances and weather but I was greatful to get out this past week and enjoy what little Fall was/is left.