So during the last two months we've had occasional nice weather when I'm at work but the weekends always get crappy. It's supposed to be relatively pleasent (above freezing) this weekend and I've been excited all week to take the 1980 Trek 738 I finished a month ago out for it's maiden voyage.
I've also been itching to take the Bianchi Project-7 out for it's maiden voyage too. I finished it about a week after all the snow hit.
There's also a snazzy '85 Cannondale SR500 that I finished a couple weeks ago and which could use a few miles. But no, fate has once again blown chunks on my down comforter. I managed to pull a quad yesterday at work and so if I take anything out I won't be able to go fast, lest I fall down crying and am mercilessly made fun of by eight-year-old girls. Crap, what's next? Zombies coming over to borrow a cup of sugar and eating my brain? CHUDs climbing out of my toilet? Hippies?!?
Anybody got a spare leg I can borrow?