Autumn is within the air. The season is altering in earnest. The inexperienced scuzz has vanished from the floor of the lake, which is now glassy and displays the ferliage that’s juuust on the verge of exploding like large popcorn kernels into the sensible hues of fall:

As ever, I’m grateful that I dwell in a spot the place I can simply vanish right into a sun-dappled…nicely, “wonderland” is just too sturdy a phrase, but it surely’s an precise forest with precise trails, and it’s proper out my again door:

Strictly talking, you aren’t alleged to trip right here, however strictly talking you’re not alleged to do a lotta stuff, and right here and there you’ll discover little kicker ramps which I keep away from as a result of I’m a suspension-free “woosie:”

Although relaxation assured I’m MAN sufficient to cross the Fetid River Of Sludge:

I noticed the Suspension-Free Woosies open for Fetid River Of Sludge on the outdated Ritz in 1986, it was a unbelievable present.

There are different wonders in these woods as nicely, reminiscent of the location the place a meteor struck the earth in 1896:

Simply kidding:

At lease I believe I’m kidding–I don’t know what induced that crater-like melancholy so perhaps it was one thing cosmic in any case.

Anyway, mentioning singlespeed mountain bikes yesterday received me within the temper to trip one. Whereas this bike is nearly un-photographable as a consequence of its monochromatic colourwhey…

…it’s the truth is an Engin, and I can’t reward it extremely sufficient, most likely as a result of I lack not solely the metaphors however the compulsion to wantonly combine them:

That web site is to writing as this web site is to pictures.

After all, we’re all completely different, and that’s why the world is so wealthy and vibrant, just like the autumn leaves. Some have a method with phrases, others are extra visually inclined. Some individuals see an deserted Citi Bike on the Brooklyn Bridge and alert the media:

Whereas a few of us see the very same bike at virtually the very same time and determine, “Fuck it, that’s their downside:”

All of it is a roundabout method of claiming some individuals are assholes, and in the event you’re undecided who I imply, I’m referring to Jörs Trüli.

What an asshole. No surprise I at all times trip alone.

That’s the Colnago Bititan, by the best way:

Each time I see a motorcycle from Traditional Cycle that I’ve since returned I get nostalgic for it. However at the least it received’t be lengthy earlier than I get some extra of that leaf motion.

Lastly, talking of people that report deserted Citi Bikes, this was a little bit of a letdown:

Annoying, sure. Silly, certain. Typical NYC DOT half-assery, completely. However terror?

I dunno about that.