Yesterday I started riding to Connecticut. But in Mamaroneck, a bit more than halfway up, I detoured into a couple of cute downtowns and onto lanes that wind by mansions, country clubs and horse trotting courses, and through tax-shelter farms.
When I ended up back on Boston Post Road in Mamaroneck, I stopped to eat the bagel and small wedge of cheese I packed in the bag of Zebbie, my Mercian King of Mercia with the striped seat tube.
Honestly, I rode her for one reason: She looks autumnal. So did the scene at Mamaroneck harbor, at least somewhat.
If you look closely or enlarge the image, you can see budding Fall foliage on the right. Actually, it looks (to me, anyway) like someone lightly brushed red and orange across a cluster of leaves.
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