Why is it that everytime I visit family in Tucson, friends in Boulder CO or just meet people from the west they always feel sorry for people on the east coast because of the weather? We don't feel bad for ourselves. that's why we are were we are. I grew up in AZ and it's beautiful. So is CO. I guess you could say it's pitiful and depressing to have to ride to work across the Brooklyn bridge every morning when its 15 degrees outside. But I personally cannot imagine a better way to start the day - anywhere I've been in this country. (Including the ride along 72 up to Wondervu outside Boulder I did last Fall)