I had always been given to understand that there is nothing slicker than snot on a doorknob. It was the ne plus ultra of slippery. But I'm here (barely) to tell you that rain-soaked leaves piled on rain-soaked wood is a strong contender for the title.
The wonky angle of my beloved Brooks saddle in the foreground resulted from a spill while crossing the bridge in the background.
There's a reason they call this season "fall" . . .
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