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

Emptier roads, crisper weather, getting the views back through the hedgerows, oh and the chance to wear, and justify, more kit!

Dodging hedgehogs at dusk and steep descents covered in wet Autumnal leaves.

Watching the sun rise over cold, dark crisp mornings on my commute to work!

My favourite things about cycling in the autumn are having the time to appreciate the bucolic splendor of Albion's transitional foliage colour chart and having an extra piece of cake on the cafe stop before winter base training starts...

No old people on electric bikes on the roads ;-)!

Lots of rain deterring the fair-weather cycling commuters at the office - leaving far more spare racks available for the dedicated all-weather cyclists!

Clear veiws, clean air, cool breeze, , amazing sunsets, different colors and new clothes !!!

Getting to ride in the flandrian best on everyride!

All the tubby, red-faced men clad in Sky kit disappear into hibernation

Autumn's when it's cool enough to put real effort in to training, but not so cold that it's horrible to set off!

Cramming in as much as possible before the nights really draw in

That freshly exfoliated feel on your face (and self delusional feelings of epicness) after riding in stinging cold rain for an hour.

The cool and the colours

cool air to breathe in

Term starts again; morning commutes in the crisp air, and turning out of rush-hour traffic to take on a car-free hill before class.

Can't wait to get back to riding after injury, and the freshness of autumn and the light couldn't be a better incentive

The Sunsets/rises, the cold, the morning fog and riding fast in the dark

Getting home, drenched, with white fingers and a dripping red nose feeling like a right hero but giving it the "ain't no thang" thing and watching the wife swoon*

*shake her head in utter contempt.

The colourful autumn leaves and refueling with cake afterwards!

Smell of bonfires

Full fingered gloves, the crisp air in your lungs and the steam that rises from you after a good sprint to the village sign.

Bliss

Whether starts deteriorating, mornings are crisper, the rain is here. This is so pleasant, it reminds me of my beloved Ireland, and it fills me with nostalgia.

The white weft of morning, the dark warp of evening.

Digging out the Bib tights, Long Sleeve Torm jerseys and getting to that steamed up cafe for an espresso and a wedge of cake! Roll on Sunday!!

The bit of excitement/dread as your back wheel slips on the wet leaves on the road.

yes please!

Empty roads, quietness, Justifiying the myriad of kit accumulated.

The lack of fair weather cyclists

The smell of woodsmoke and damp pine needles on the misty lanes.

Wind and rain!