And perching myself atop the American M-16 for a 40-ish mile excursion:
This bike is lots of fun for scurrying up and down the Old Croton Aqueduct trail, though I have to admit I found myself fantasizing about moving that old XT stuff onto that Platypus I mentioned yesterday:
Alas, I don’t see that happening anytime soon, so I’ll have to content myself with the t-shirt:
Though unfortunately the cat has appropriated it so now I’ve got nothing:
And of course if I ever do manage to get it back it will be covered with cat hair–which, to be fair, seems somehow appropriate for a Rivendell shirt.
Anyway, the leaves are beginning to turn, and once the power-walking suburbanites thinned out the atmosphere became downright enchanting:
As for the pants, they did nothing to diminish the enchantment, and overall I have no regrets.
Let it never be said I’m not willing to put my money where my crotch is.