How much more can I talk about the weather…? It seems as though it’s consuming me. My very mood and M.O. change solely on the temperature on any given day, and I swing between beaten down despair and wild exultation, all controlled by the mercury. Today it’s cold, the winds are howling, and it hurts to breathe in the icy air. But yesterday… Well, yesterday I took my bike out for the first time in a LONG time, and it was sublime! The sun was shining, I only had to wear one pair of mittens, and I really reconnected with the old bike.
I love my bike. I love the way it feels, I love the size, the setup, the whole thing. I love that I know its little nuances, and I love riding it. Here’s a picture of Angelo and me riding last Canada Day. This is how I feel when I ride my green machine. This is how I felt yesterday.
…spring is coming, isn’t it?