A Time Is Coming

The time is coming near when the regular morning rides will happen again. Unlike some people I'd like to imitate I did not ride all winter. Actually, I didn't ride once this winter. Maybe it's the pansy in me, I'm not too incredibly sure. Do not be quick to judge, not riding does not mean that I drove everywhere. My own two legs were the transportation of choice this winter. I skated along the snow covered sidewalks with elegance and style. Yes indeed it was my own style.

The Orange Surly shall surely be ready for my rear to grace its saddle. I look forward to that first push of the pedal. I look forward to that first gust of wind on the face. I look forward to that first hill to climb. Wait a minute...I still live in Illinois. Hills don't exist here. Well I continue with my speech nonetheless. I look forward to that first energy bar. I look forward to tomorrow, to change, to hope and any other political jargon I can muster. Be ready to mount up my fellow bikers in hibernation. There is a time-a-comin'! This is a change we can count on! Winter will change to spring!