Yup, It’s OCTOBER as of Monday, the Harvest moon is upon us. Even as an urban dweller without a true stake in the season as our farming fore bearers might’ve, there is something to the air as the temperature drops that sparks a command in a part of the brain that goes too often ignored, the need for a flurry of activity that you hope will be enough to pull you through the cold times is imperative.
I rode my bike almost every single day this year, I am usually in a hurry, physical labor pays my bills and healthcare and left my mind and hands free to continue honing my designs and fabrication skills when a commissions came through, those are my only seeds. I know they aren’t important, when all’s said and done a custom bike is a luxury item, I’d have been better off to have planted something I could eat, or focused on making enough money to buy a place to live in. But, as the saying goes, you reap what you sow, and you race the one you’ve got. So glad that it worked out to’ve gotten into the pack at gloucester today, and thanks to everyone that I heard shout my name on the “run up”. Yup, looking like it ought to be a fine harvest.
There is an advantage to a back row start, you’ve momentum when you catch up. Taking deposits on the only bikes that work as hard as I do, when I do.
Photo Cred. E. Baumann
