So it’s November, and for many of us the days of the bike are beginning to wane. Tires begin to slowly deflate as our trusted steeds stagnate in the garage. Rain, wind, shorter days, smaller lungs, it all adds up to those difficult, trying transition times between seasons. In the effort to ease the pain, we give you this shot of the Kona coastline. It’s where our minds drift when everything goes dark. Thank God we named our bike company after a place that never has to endure the long, awkward switch between fall and winter. For all of you who live in such a place, you are wise. But please, remember to ride, if only out of courtesy to us poor, cursed northern folk.