It's a beautiful Saturday morning in Eugene. Christine and I hop on our bikes and ride down quiet streets. Most of the trees are still green but some are turning red, yellow or orange in the cool, longer nights, their colors revealed in the golden light of morning.
We ride to Vero, a cheerful yellow Victorian building on the corner of 12th and Pearl.
We are coffeeneuring, even though Christine has never liked coffee and my digestive tract decided a few years ago that coffee doesn't like me. But a pot of Earl Grey and a couple of slices of quiche satisfy the needs of the morning and the requirements of coffeeneuring.
Keep 'em rolling.