Oct 13: 78 Kms; 2:31 Hrs Saddle Time; 327 Metres; 2438 Calories. Mark, Perry, Peter, Keith, Rob, Scott, John. Total distance for the weekend 168 Kms.

Okay, there is something about the warmth of the sun on your back, when the air is cool, that shuts the eyes. That’s what happened to me when we stopped to re-group on the side of the road in Burnstown. It’s the transitory nature of the heat this time of year. You try to hold it close, to soak it up by an involuntary closing of the eyes against its disappearance behind a cloud. Yes, It was a perfect morning of moments for our last official group ride of the season. And, symbolic too that it’s Thanksgiving.

It’s worth stopping to reflect and to give thanks for all the good in our lives; first for our health and good fortune to live in this great country; next for all that gives pleasure and joy and comfort; for all that enriches us and gives meaning; for ample food, family and good friends; for clean air and water and paved roads—we’re cyclists after all. So from me, a big thank you to you and especially to those who had to travel from out-of-town to join the rides.

And to those who were otherwise engaged and weren’t able to ride often or at all this season, we hope to see you in the Spring. If you are a reader of this blog and you would like to join us, please do so. You won’t regret it. After all, where else would you really rather be on a Saturday and Sunday morning. And, who else would you rather be with than your cycling buddies. Don’t think of it as exercise; It’s insurance against decrepitude. Can’t beat that.

Okay. Bye bye. AC Comments always welcome at arnpriorcycling@bell.net; Twitter at www.twitter.com/ArnpriorCycling.

”O wild West wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,/Thou, from whose presence the leaves dead/Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,//Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,/Pestilence-striken multitudes . . . .” PS

Season's End

Season’s End