Saddle up and ride off into the sunset.

The photographer in me wanted to head off to the street festival. The me in me wanted to stay warm and dry at home. I took my camera and 40mm lens into the garage to play around with the bikes. The rain was bouncing noisily off the roof and I couldn't help thinking fondly of riding in the sun with my Brooks saddle squeaking amiably beneath me. This is the saddle that often prompts conversations with slightly older cyclists who are always happy to hear that Brooks are still in production.

The sparkles in the top left are from the chrome ding dong bell.