I took a ride today on what might have been the most beautiful day I have ever ridden. It was 65 degrees and the sun was shining, with fall in full effect here in South Central PA.
The beginning, into the mountains...
I love the sky at this time of year. It always speaks to me of football, wood fire smells, sweatshirts, and apple cider.
The first rule of Italian riding? What's behind you doesn't matter.
So much beauty. Everywhere, just beauty.
The road before me, and the road behind.
Back country roads...
Main Street USA.
The road winds, ever onward.