That’s all she wrote.
That fat lady has sung. It’s over. Finite. All gone. Al dente…
I rode 27 miles in 35 degree sun yesterday afternoon. After a 15 minute shower to bring the feeling back into my legs, it’s time to call it a season. It’s been brilliant and uber-fun, but I’m not betting on an indian summer.
Time to face facts: this is Northern Minnesota. People don’t survive up here by staying out in the cold. The bike goes down to the basement tonight, and I’ll be riding on shag carpeting until March.