Monday, March 7, 2011
Traditionally this is the season that drives me off my gourd. One day the weather is spectacular and the next it is either too windy to ride, or rainy, or cold, or some combination thereof. A couple of weeks back on a Saturday the temp was in the seventies and I saw bikes everywhere taunting me. Of course this was before I bought my latest bike. Now the weather barely cooperates. It will get better but my patience is sorely tested. When the weather finally breaks there is no telling where I'll be. It will be a case of not "Where's Waldo?" but "Where's Boomerang?"