It only took one freak drop in temps to get everyone all giddy about a new season, especially the riders.
Out come the knee warmers, out come the wool socks, out come the windproof jackets, deep winter gloves, shoe covers, and snoods gathering dust in our closets. It’s the best time of year, in my opinion. That feeling of stepping into a warm clubhouse and wrapping your hands around a steaming mug of coffee after a long, chilly ride with friends…tell me how it gets any better than that.
I arrived in Colorado almost exactly one year ago, so Fall feels extra special for me. It’s when my whole life changed. <<< But I’ll get into that in another post.
This past week a few friends and I organized an evening gravel ride. We were anxious to get out at sunset and soak up some Fall goodness. We left the Rapha Clubhouse around 5:45 p.m. and headed toward Chapman trail, a short climb out of town and into the mountains.
^^^ Can’t take us anywhere.
We were absolutely spoiled with perfect weather and a hell of a golden sunset, but the company was definitely the best part. I could be doing anything with these guys and we’d have a blast.
^^^ Pure magic.
^^^ Joey, my boss and great friend, is responsible for most of the photos in here. He’s the best.
Since most of us forgot gloves (and lights), we headed back down when the sun dipped below the mountains. It gets cold REAL quick in the evenings.
I feel so lucky that this Colorado thing worked out; the big move I made a year go—this gigantic leap of faith I took. It had to work out because, at the time and at my lowest, I didn’t know what else to do. It’s never lost on me how lucky I am to have these experiences, to ride with friends, to freeze my ass off on a bike in the mountains.
I feel so thankful. I feel rescued.
Push on, PUSH ANIMALS >>>