Riding on rocks

Worked in the morning and cycled in the afternoon. I headed west out of town on a bicycle looking for 62 miles of gravel ride. I found it. The blasting wind gusts made some of the sections a killer. I figured what goes up must come down, and I would get to ride the wind gusts when I turned around and headed home. The wind made the return trip fly.

September was a good month for bicycling. Pavement riding and 14 gravel metrics and 72 for the year. Fall is beautiful.

Oh and now I must address a very disturbing activity that has been occurring in and around my home. Somebody has a very warped sense of humor. After sharing my heart to bloggerdom about my fear of bats, little bat stickers have started appearing on my mailbox, garbage cans and my front window. But now you evil person have crossed the line. THIS was hanging on my front door knob when I came home from work today.
My heart stopped when I opened the screen door. I hope you're enjoying this sadistic pleasure of yours. Life is to short to not bicycle.
BikeON,
DAve