Perhaps not Epic, but....
Yesterday my fiance and I took our bikes up to the Napa Valley and had one of those glorious, rare rides that reminded us why we are so much in love with cycling.
The day was unusually warm, 75degrees when we started (on NOVEMBER 15th!!!!), the grapes were in and the leftover vines were many colors of brown, gold, red, amber and green, spanning the entire horizon; the smell of rotting grapes wafted in the air offering us smells and tastes of numerous kinds of wines; the pavement looked freshly laid, smooth as silk, clean and free from debris with a bike lane wide enough for four cyclists abreast though we were only two. 50+ miles later we were satiated with the glory of a late indian summer day and the beauty of a ride that will linger in our minds and hearts when winter comes and we are inside dreaming of spring and our bikes.