It's February, we are enjoying another lake effect snow storm, which gives me hope for Super Bowl Sunday. I like to go skiing during the Super Bowl. I get to have a good time and the slopes to share with everybody's frustrated girlfriends (you can learn a lot about people on a ski lift).
But here in Michigan the streets are getting lonely.
Nobody like this is using their bikes,
not even like this.
I think Michael Coleville-Anderson from Copenhagen Chic has the best job.
Just pedal around taking photo's of beautiful Scandinavian women where half the population rides bikes (sigh!)
I just long to find this girl and give her a grammar lesson.
But here I get the company
of sidewalk salmon, muttering to themselves on their way to and from the liquor store.
On a more positive note, our local club held it's annual "Recovery Party" last week.
We all huddled around a keg of microbrew and watched the slideshow of last year's adventures.
It was warm inside and we had a wonderful potluck, comeraderie and 5 LBS from the area donated
some stuff to be given away for door prizes.
It was a friendly several hours together and even though the group is predominately racers,
pretend racers and fastish club riders; I didn't hear one mention or discussion of
Lance Armstrong anywhere.
That was a good night.
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