Hard to beat our late fall weather.
If riding tackarific dirt in long sleeves with zero wind, creamy light, and no crowds is your thing, that is.
It IS my thing. Something like 24 days in a row on the bike is evidence enough of that. When the snow finally flies (Saturday, they say) I'll be thrilled to take a break and rest a bit.
But not a moment sooner.
Here are a few visuals from the last ~week outside.