My last ride of the year was when I rode ten miles home from work on December 31, bringing me up to about 3,000 miles. It was about 34 degrees with occasional light rain. I passed a cluster of men gathered under one of the overpasses. They had started their New Year's party early. Other than that, the world was empty, with few vehicles in motion. With little light from other traffic, I was amazed how well I could see my headlight beam. The ride ended with the usual steep climb up the hill to my house, where fondue and a good Belgian-style ale awaited.

Paul