Fall riding

After riding a bicycle to and from work and around town all week I have remembered some wonderful things about being on a bike. The sound of leaves under the tire. The cold air against your face. Watching the sunrise while rolling along. Holding a mug of coffee while riding slowly. Happily waving to the person in the vehicle that just flipped you off for merely existing. Shifting gears and feeling the slight increase in speed. The smell of burning wood in the air. Riding a bicycle in the fall is pure joy.