the clocks have gone forward and it's all downhill from here. don't waste it are the words of the week.
there's enough light in the evenings to ride after work and enough warmth to do it in short sleeves. the knees are out and already a state but the trails are as buff as they ever get; every day from now 'til october will end with a race to the top of the hill. chasing the sun, chasing the dust, chasing the summer.