There is something different about a November bicycle ride. Different from the promise of a spring ride. And most certainly different from the heat and green of a mid-summer outing. November rides are all about stark and barren landscapes, wind that bites and drives home its chill, and daylight that is fleeting – filled with shadows and ever ready to dip below the horizon.
Twenty miles one late November afternoon on my bike remind me of these truths. Gone are the flourishing cornfields and acres of soybeans, harvested after another season of production. Continue reading