Looking past the backyard I can see just a hint of color to the sky. One quick pic...
Not a good photo, but I just want one to remember the morning. I don't think it's cold this morning until I slip on the deck. It's 33 degrees and there's frost on the car, but no need to scrape windows...today is for riding. I have new pants to try out, and some new silk liners for the gloves. I wonder how much they'll help against the cold.
On my way out of town I catch a glimpse of a guy in his car. He's looking at me, rubbing his arms to gesture "cold"! It makes me chuckle. Yes, It's cold, but it's still wonderful to be on the bike. I don't know why, but the cold makes the ride seem to belong just to me. I see no other riders this morning.
The afternoon commute is pleasant, even though it's a run down the freeway. I find a nice big hole in traffic and set a relaxed, easy pace. It's almost like having the road to myself. I see two riders this afternoon. One dark cloud threatens rain, but it never catches me. I'll hear it plinking raindrops on the skylight after I'm home.
So why did the Suzi take a nap this morning? It seems that Ron's usual habit is to roll out of the garage then stop to plug in his jacket. When he stopped to plug in he leaned the bike over to the kickstand...and over...over...oops, no kickstand. Yes, the old "I forgot to put down the kickstand" routine.
I'm glad he doesn't do the blog thing. He doesn't get to tell stories on me!