Do you ride? Think you’re a biker?

You’re on a vigorous blast of a ride, and it almost seems a shame that it’s rushing by so fast. There is open country road ahead of you, as far as you can see. Although it’s late in the day, you can feel the warm sun on your arms and a balmy wind buffeting your face. The smells of late summer remind you how little of the riding season you have left. The farm fields have that mature late summer aroma, the kind that burns your nostrils just a little. And the scenery, the rolling patchwork hills, the houses nestled in here and there, a galloping horse behind a distant fence, and long, long shadows that deliver a cool shock every now and then.