There aren’t very many days like these. It’s a special time of year, not hot and not cold, for sure. But in a lifetime how many perfect adventures can you expect to have? When everything comes together — friends, weather, color, bikes, health, conditions — when the doubts fade away and the ride just flows, on and on. It seems to always be this way, in November, when we leave the cars at home and ride out by headlamp, returning by blinky a day later, having seen everything from saguaro to ponderosa and back again. Magic.
Here’s a glimpse into the day:
It’s impossible to not love Tucson in November.
All the best,