It's like a moment without time. We have real seasons in Michigan, but the snowstorm we experienced before Thanksgiving has gone away. The teasing winter is gone, the leaves are gone, the color is gone the contrasts are not occurring. We are frustrated in a colorless melange. Riding can happen, the streets are relatively dry, nothing freezes with regularity, nothing is challenging; it's a bike ride in grey and white, waiting for winter.
This is a shameless attempt to save the the most advanced civilization in
history from imminent self destruction by eliminating carbon emission,
dependence on foreign sources of fuel,obesity, hypertension and diabetes.
Cycling accomplishes all those things at once and helps us develop a better
understanding of ourselves, each other and our relationship to the cosmos.
Oh, horse puckey!
I like to ride bikes, have been doing it all my life.
The rest of that crap is just a fringe benefit,
and the blogosphere gives me a chance to share my interior
monologue with virtual rather than imaginary friends.