There isn't a cloud in the sky today in Fife--it is something of a rarity, the sun as the needle poking through the haystack of cloud, fog, and rain that pervades the British Isles in the autumn. I've also been told that the weather is really warm. For October I guess it is, but I'm still not ready for anything but truly warm summertime temperatures; however, riding at this time of year is always enjoyable. Taking leftover form from the summer and using it aimlessly: gunning up a climb, hammering over gravé, certainly not at racing speeds, but still strongly enough to have fun with it. The legs don't shine and sparkle as brilliantly as the summer, they don't get as hot, it takes longer to get the engine ticking up to speed; but there is something lingering, a feeling, a good memory. The legs will get colder, weaker as the season trundles along and brings about winter, work, more class, papers--and that is ok. As the Indian summer passes and takes form with it, we can look for new objectives: instead of fine-tuning fitness or targeting races, pursue the mythical souplesse and the timeless class that comes with it.
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