Autumn.
The dark pulls you forward,
the wet slippery ribbon of single track stretching away in the dark in front of you.
Exhilaration as you whip round a tight corner, leaning out over the water, not sure if the back wheel will grip on the wet stone below.
The roots, the leaves, the steps, the cobbles, the mud; all retreat behind you into the dark once again. 15 miles of heart pounding fun.
