Pumpkin-flavored bike rack in Quincy, MA

For some, fall signifies a few things - the turning of the crisp autumn leaves, shortening of the days and a cooling of temperatures. For my best friend and my little sister, that means all things start coming in pumpkin flavors. Coffee, cakes, pies, cookies, soups, chicken, perfume, laundry detergent, deodorant, gasoline, etc. It's ridiculous, but I get it. Pumpkins. Whooo.

Fall has already come to a close for most, but for those of us in Southern California, our air is still crisp and calls for a light sweater (not quite the "perfect date" as a Miss Rhode Island once stated, but not bad either.) Sorry to the suckers in 20 degree weather!

Anyway, I'll try and post my autumn-related bike rack photos up before the bike-rack-covered-in-snow ones, just to give everyone a sense of seasonal continuity. And yes, I have several of those, okay?

This photo comes courtesy of one C. Welker, who personally bedecked this very patriotic stage AND the bike rack in pumpkins and bunting. I've never seen it so warm and inviting - it's like Martha Stewart's "Living" magazine projectile vomited fall cheer all over the site. Nice work.

For allowing me to make throw-up joke like the eight-year-old I am, FOUR bicycles out of four. (Okay, and this stage is damn gorgeous. Whatever.)