Fall in New England

Last night around six, I took off the eggbeaters off my DeSalvo and put on some platform pedals so that my friend Naked Steve and I could go ride some cross. We rode all over Cambridge and had a hot cocoa in Davis and just watched the locals hustle off to watch the game at the Joshua Tree. Afterwards we went to Ace Wheelworks to check out some MTN bikes. All in all a very peaceful evening. Naked Steve has never been on a real cross bike before and was just trying to rip through every corner.

When I think of fall, I can't help but think of this poem I read while a young Lower at Phillips Andover Academy...

Márgarét, áre you grieving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves líke the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you will weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow's spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It is the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.

Let us enjoy the next two months of cyclocross season with friends and family.