We have a winner for the Vulpine autumn clothing bundle worth over £500

Clear, crisp mornings where you hear the crunch of aged autumnal leaves below your wheels, and feel the harsh morning breeze on your cheeks.

Autumn riding is cool. But winter riding is way cooler.

A cold, solo, early morning ride. With the glow of the rising sun and when you can still feel the morning dew on your face. When the only people on the road are fellow riders feeling the same way and the only break being the warm relief of mid-ride coffee!

Always like the autumn mornings when I manage to get to work without being killed by some half-blind idiot driving with the sun in his eyes.

Autumn riding rocks because the post-ride scoffing feels even more well-earned.

Best thing: wind at your back on a big hill.
Worst thing: wind and rain in your face on a big hill.

When it's so cold that getting stuck behind a bus becomes a welcome opportunity to defrost your hands and feet a little... I really do need some nice new Vulpine autumn/winter kit!

Crisp fresh mornings (assuming it's not raining)

The cool crisp autumn mornings .

autumn tailwinds and the last warmth of the sun until spring.

The crisp clear morning, with the cold sunshine, highlighting the expulsion of air from your lungs in plumes of white fog.

Will these clothes fit fat people like me?

The low sunlight on a crisp autumn morning, autumn leaves on the road...

Count me in! Could do with a new autumn wardrobe!!!

love the colder weather, bibs and long socks and winter hat under helmet and the sweat inside and the long hot bath after

Turbo training.......no, it's the wind, the rain and the excessive punctures from tiny bits of flint washed all over the road

I'm no poet, but this pretty much captures it:

Fahrt in den Herbst

Heute fuhr ich durchs Nagoldtal.
Der Herbst hat es wieder bunt gemacht.
Es fasziniert mich jedesmal
wie zauberhaft die Farbenpracht.

Da sah man gelb und grün, rot und braun.
Ich fuhr durch einen Märchenwald.
Faszinierend für mich, dies anzuschau´n,
Herbstgenuß, bevor es kalt.

Blätter trudelten leise zur Erde.
Viele bedeckten bereits den Boden.
Kraftlos sich manches noch wehrte.
Der Wind schrieb dem Blättertanz Noten.

"Trinkt, Augen, die Schönheit der Welt!
Haltet sie dann unter Verschluß.
Sie ist Geschenk und kostet kein Geld,
vom Schöpfergott ein Liebeskuß.
(I. Adomeit)

...aaaand then I realized that posting a German poem on a English-language website might not have been the most brilliant idea ever...

It's not winter...yet!

Autumn reminds me why I love cycling, seeing all elements of the great british weather greet you round every corner. Even the most familiar training ride becomes a new experience every time you go; the falling leaves, the crisp mist that hangs in the air, the light and colours of the trees around you.
Hanging up the race bike for another year and dusting off the trusty winter trainer, autumn is a more reflective and social time with cafe stops and training plans for next season openly discussed or closely guarded!

the cold crisp mornings wake me up very quickly !!

the colours, being able to see your breath! The ever changing weather.....

The thing I like most about riding in Autumn is the crisp mornings with clear blue skies and the feeling that when you are flying along the singletrack your not entirely sure whats under the bundles of leaves . This always makes for an interesting and sometimes slidy ride.

The thing I like most about riding in Autumn is the crisp mornings with clear blue skies and the feeling that when you are flying along the singletrack your not entirely sure whats under the bundles of leaves . This always makes for an interesting and sometimes slidy ride.

Well, for sure it's not the wind and rain. However, for me riding in the Autumn is a great time for social group rides and the beautiful light that this time of year brings. I live on the Island of Jersey which is not very big but, more that makes up for in scenery especially in the Autumn.

The warm glow on autumnal leaves as the sun slants through morning mist. And a little smug snug satisfaction in the cafe knowing others are still in bed and missed it.

The warm glow on autumnal leaves as the sun slants through morning mist. And a little smug snug satisfaction in the cafe knowing others are still in bed and missed it.

Stepping out of the house in the cool morning air, switching the lights on, putting some chilled tunes on spotify and travelling through my own tunnel of light. The crisp, white, frosted grass gradually comes into focus as the sun begins to bring the feeling back to my numbed extremities. As I spin the cranks with my Clydesdale class legs the morning sun bathes Northumberland’s autumn trees in liquid gold and I reminded of the great Jo Burt – ‘This is why’
Of course there are the other days when I cannot see through my rain-washed glasses. The north east winds are doing their best to blow me far away from home and prevent me from ever returning, and I end up on my arse after taking a leaf encrusted corner just a little too fast, but it’s all good, it’s all good.

The warm glow on autumnal leaves as the sun slants through morning mist. And a little smug snug satisfaction in the cafe knowing others are still in bed and missed it.

Cold, crisp mornings -when the sun is low and you see your breath on those first few turns of the peddles, it's what let's you know you're alive!

go on then...has to be when your riding in a group through on a forest road and mixed in with the glow of the sun seeing the breath coming from your fellow friends on bikes

+1 for winter riding.