Ah, Fall

Sep 20, 2012 View Comments by

One of the blessings of living in the Midwest is the four seasons—each “change” a special gift for the avid rider, except, of course, winter. I suppose a case could be made that without winter we would not appreciate spring as much, but I’m not sold on the idea.

But fall, now we’re talking: cool mornings with a crisp tang in the air, the smell of burning leaves on whiffs of smoke, and the way the vividly colored leaves scatter behind your wheels in a crazy rooster tail of red, yellow, and orange. Then there are the roadside stands with their piles of pumpkins, crates of ruby red apples, and pillars of dry corn stocks, not to mention fresh apple cider and turnovers. The sky even seems bluer in fall, maybe because the trees are so bright it’s just by contrast, but whatever, it looks inviting to anyone with feet of clay.

I would nearly go broke every fall because I would either get fired or quit my job so I could just go outside and play, sometimes it would take weeks before I would even start to look for work! Now winter, I always had work in winter, what else can you do? I did try riding one winter…not good memories there.

Riding in fall you can dress with just the right amount of gear; jacket, gloves, boots, not too much, just enough (yes, riding pants too). Call me nuts, but I believe the bike even runs better in the cool air, or maybe it too wants to get a good run in before the “big sleep”.

As I let my mind wander, I am more convinced that there have to be seasons in heaven. What could be better than lying in the cool green grass with a crisp cup of cider while your bike crackles and snaps at the roadside, and flocks of geese cut a V through an azure blue sky, as brilliant colored leaves float down from an ancient oak? If that’s not heaven, then let me…ride on.

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A Wisconsin farm boy, I learned how to ride a cow, before a horse and way before a motorcycle. I first started riding on my 16th birthday and I took my first real ride at my party: I pulled a wheelie and dug a trench in the lawn, which sent the bike in one direction and me in another. I was irrevocably hooked!