Fresh figs. Toss a handful of these beauties in your jersey pocket to keep the skies sunny a little while longer.
Fig season is also the time of year we finally stop saying “I’m really excited about cyclocross”, and “Are you thinking about cross?”, and “Hey, I can’t stop thinking about cyclocross” and actually put knobby tires on our bikes again and start riding the dirt. You know what I’m talking about.
It’s still hot, the trails are tacky and dry, and you realize just how much faster your cyclocross bike is than your mountain bike. The clip on fenders are still piled up in the basement, and you can ride in the evening until after eight. You think about your favorite race, and blood fills up in your legs on that mental lap.
The damn good times are upon us.
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