This is really hurting my brain. Some decisions are just hard. I can’t figure out which direction to go. If I go down the coast it’ll probably drop into the high 50’s. Head north through the valley should yield some mid 60’s. Or east for a ride in the redwoods, where I suspect Ma Nature will be flirting with 70.
Hey but wait. It gets worse than that. Not only don’t I know which direction to go, but I was in the garage BS’ing with some neighbors when I figured out that I can’t decide which bike to take either! Ain’t that a bitch! I guess it really don’t matter which direction I go or which bike tags along, the point is; I’ll be ridding while some of you poor bastards are up to your butt cheeks in white wet crap. I hear there’s been some pretty nasty storms f’ing with some of you. That really sucks.
I feel for you, I really do. But after living in that white evil for 20 years, I can’t ever imagine living in it again. I promise I’ll twist the throttle, hard, for the Brothers and Sisters that can still keep their food down while looking at snow through the window.