Tomorrow is Jan 1st. That is the time when the festivities stop, the excessive pie intake ceases, and the booze stops flowing…well, maybe not the booze, but you get the idea. The commuter has been my only source of bike pleasure of the last eight weeks or so. Pleasure isn’t really the right word. Being wet, freezing, having snow clogged brakes and iced up cleats, is not pleasurable. especially when you have to do eight hours of work afterwards. But it’s done out of love (and a small portion of stupidity). But Jan 1st is a day where the turbo comes out, all saturated fat is banished, and a new, slim, trim rider emerges from his lardy Christmas cocoon.
Happy New Year. 😛