Gotta go. Gotta be on the move. I can’t take this winter much longer, but it really doesn’t give me any choice.
Last year I was able to ride in every month except January – and that was only because I decided I had too much to do around the house on a rare January thaw weekend with temperatures in the sixties. Stupid.
All I can do now is plan for the spring tuneup, buy new tires, re-read Neil Peart‘s Ghost Rider and try to re-create his route (to some degree, but with respect for the man’s privacy), and dream of the world unrolling beneath my wheels again.