Right, we’ve waded through the 1220 comments you left about what you like most about autumn cycling which included having to read POEMS (note to self, never, ever, ever ask people to do that again) but the psychic trauma has been worth it. We have a winner… and because the standard of entries was so high a couple of bonus runners up too who will be getting some roadcc socks.
Our Vulpine Schwag Grab podium is filled by the speakers of two universal cycling truths and one rather personal truth.
Almost but not quite for robbiezhaorobbiezhao for masterful use of the sympathy card with “The cold rivals that of the heart of my wife” - until you realise that it’s not really that cold at this time of the year, even in East Anglia. (Maybe we should send her some socks too.)
Socks also for tells-it-like-it-is “I just love wearing tights” from wrevilo but somehow it lacks the poe… magic of our winner the tells it like it even more is:
“Shining torch through the fog/mist whilst making light saber noises. Obviously…” by Mattclimb
Yep, that's autumn!
Our winner and runners up have been informed - those who posted poems about nature’s paintbrush turning the trees the colours of their fave beige Vulpine shorts - your names are on a list. First offence, but don’t push it eh.
Thanks to Vulpine for a fab competition, thanks to all of you who entered, commiserations to the 1219 of you that didn’t win, but there WILL be another schwag grab along soon.
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The whole caboodle is worth more than £500 (£502 to be precise) and includes Vulpine’s:
Original Rain Jacket
Cotton rain trousers
Long Sleeve Merino T-shirt/base layer
Padded Merino Boxer/Boyshorts
Storm Cap
Dogtooth Merino Silk Socks
We’ll pick the lucky winner next Monday, usual Schwag Grab rules apply.
You can find out more about Vulpine's autmn/winter range at www.vulpine.cc
Good luck!
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The sun burning through the misty morning sky and fixing punctures with frozen hands
Beech nuts. They make a brilliant noise when ridden over.
Watching the summet routes change colour in the cooler Autumn sunlight
Muddy rides in the dark!
Road.cc's guide to autumn cycling of course. Don't ride naked, wear vulpine in Autumn, they say.
The sting of cold air in your lungs
The refreshing feeling of rain in my eyes!
I absolutely love snatching during the last few hours of daylight in the Autumn when my friends and colleagues have already retreated into their cars or onto the train.
When cycling comes into its own ..warmed leggings snug hats and the glee of pure freedom on two wheels. Namastie
Worth a punt, if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Feeling quiet on my morning commute
Crisp cold mornings
Yes please
Punctures
Getting to try out the new Gabba alternatives!
Being harder than the rain.
Knee warmers
Building up the winter bike!
stopping on the way home to take pics of the sun peeking through the trees
It's pure gold!
Crisp morning sunrises on the way to work
It's just a tiny bit more of a challenge and that makes it even more enjoyable.
Red leaves and long sleeves
Being warm and comfortable because my kit is great!
Autumn cycling is best. It throws everything at you from frosty mornings and blue sky days to torrential rain showers and gale force winds. It's all about the layers baby, and smiling, if for once you get them right!
riding a leafy climb just for the challenge
The quality of the light.
Season's over... don't have to shave my legs
rain drops dropping of the end of your nose when out in a beautiful Autumn shower
My favourite thing about cycling in autumn is the anger and rage of motorists as you have the audacity to swerve around the shed sized pothole full of stale muddy water that is right in the middle of the cycle lane through the town centre... sorry that's the lowlights.
My actual favourite thing about cycling in autumn is the early morning rides with mist coming from the fields & the first frost of the season, the crispness in the air perforated by the steam you exhale as you fly through the countryside.
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