Found myself, yesterday, in one of those funky November moods, with little incentive for anything and least of all, the wood I had to stack. Later in the day when I mustered up the incentive to walk over to the bakery and pick up a few goodies for myself and my wife I suddenly realized I had wasted a chance for a fine winter ride. As I exited the bakery
with my gratuitous calories, just passing by was a slim, darkly clad chap on a slim dark road bike, tail light blinking with easy technology...the spirit of youth, health and intelligence. Even at my age I knew I had made a mistake. Had I gone out earlier when the sun was shining and it was in the high forties, I too, could have enjoyed the slick, efficient music of my road bike, the increased circulation and sense of well-being, and, most of all, the belief that I had, to some extent, cheated winter.