The protocol these days calls for a twice- or thrice-weekly run in addition to the time spent on the bike. This isn’t for reasons related to triathloning — the protocol calls for no time spent in the water — but for cyclocross. The mad dash across brown leaves, cold wet fingers and toes, the smell of hotdogs grilling by the sandpit.

Longer posts about the sport of cyclocross and the culture surrounding it are forthcoming, so in the interim, I only bring you this photo, taken by Naz, the other half of The Super Tempo.

Three cheers for the coming fall.