Monday evening, I rode from work to my mother's place (RIP) so I could go through her stuff, divide it among the recipients, and throw away the rest. Monday was that insanely windy day. I left my bike there and rode home in my wife's car. Riding into the wind on the riverside was like riding under water. It made me see us winter bike commuters as a special foolhardy group. I don't know why we do it.

I might pick my bike up this evening.