Mud! Glorious mud! Spattery, spotty, muddy mud season. Clog my cleats, soil my new bike, promise me spring, bring me gardening time. Home to salamanders. Mud! Glorious mud! Make my mind spin out of control with thoughts of long rides. How far can I go in a day when freed of coats and gloves, boots and tights? How soon to shorts? Mud. Yeah, mud.