Down here in New Orleans, Fall can be a very fickle season; and I use the term "season" in its loosest sense. What usually happens is that we get random two or three-day doses of beautiful Fall-like weather spread out over October and November, interspersed with a gradually cooling mugginess. In a way, it makes those brief hints of Fall weather even better. You know, like the way you feel better when you stop beating your head on a brick wall, or the way the guys in Boulder feel when it stops snowing for a few days in January. Sometimes, we even get a little hint of Fall in September, as we did yesterday and this morning. By now, though, it's all but gone, albeit leaving in its wake welcome highs that are, at least, under 90F.
This morning's levee ride consisted of only Arlow and me. It was a shame, because it was nice a cool, with a more moderate breeze than yesterday and a nearly deserted bike path. I suppose that the weekend's weather was so nice that most people spent the whole time outdoors riding bikes, running, walking, and not repainting kitchens, so by Monday morning there wasn't enough fitness guilt to get them out of bed early. So anyway, the two of us did a nice easy two-abreast ride as I passed on dubious cycling wisdom to another unsuspecting victim. Actually, I think the guy's got some real racing potential. I'll have to remember to get some contact info (like his actual name?) from him because apparently he doesn't have a computer and probably would have done the time trial Sunday if he'd had the information and registration had been more readily available.
This morning I checked on Young Dan's blog to see if he had made his first post from Austin. It looks like he is still successfully resisting suburban assimilation as he lingers porchless in the land of 2-car garages and dead-end streets with names like Willowbrook, waiting for his new house to be finished. I hope his resistance will not prove futile.
No comments:
Post a Comment