I don’t know about you blokes, but I have a love-hate relationship with Mother N. This bout of warm weather is a nice break, but I fear what’s around the corner. This morning while riding to work in a single long sleeve jersey, splashing in puddles like a 4-year old, I lost track that it is February. As the southerly wind hit my face I noticed the sting of cold air was missing and was replaced with the fresh smell of leaves and dusty rain. Although I was enjoying the ride immensely I couldn’t help but wonder what’s in store. Similar to dating that popular hot chick in high school. You know the relationship won’t last long before she leaves you. She’s just a tease. Try to enjoy her while you can. And just like that popular hot chick, when she’s gone you’re left wondering if you would have been better off never meeting her. When the real February returns I’ll curse these warm days for what they’ve done to me.
Open call to Northwest suburban rebels. If you live in the N/W side of town and ever want to get out on the road, or gravel, holla back at cyclekraft(at)gmail(dot)com. I’m off work Wednesday and Thursday this week and need to get some mileage in my legs.