Well, I saw a stand of daffodils in full bloom yesterday down here in the Upstate area of South Carolina. We've had a realtively cool winter. Yesterday was the first day into the 60s and we got close to 70. It was my first chance to do a thorough bike cleaning after all the winter miles, and a first chance to ride outside in shorts and short sleeved jersey.
Of course, down here, the first real sign of Spring that anyone cares about is the Daytona 500. I don't recall if Dale Earnhart Jr. saw his shadow this year or not.
Bob C.
"Scott" <[email hidden]> wrote in message "]news:[email hidden]...
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Finally, a nice rain this morning to wash away the accumulated dreck and sludge of a Wisconsin Winter. My bike looks almost clean
There is nothing finer than the first whisper of Spring after months of shouting snow and screaming cold.
Scott, practicing the benign neglect method of Bike Maintenance ; (and really at notscape det not)
It aint over yet! Seeing the temp go over freezing this week has indeed been a real treat. Now that some of the snow is gone I'd like to see it cold again so that the trails will be rideable.
Scott said:
Finally, a nice rain this morning to wash away the accumulated dreck and sludge of a Wisconsin Winter. My bike looks almost clean
There is nothing finer than the first whisper of Spring after months of shouting snow and screaming cold.
Scott, practicing the benign neglect method of Bike Maintenance ; (and really at notscape det not)
Well, I saw a stand of daffodils in full bloom yesterday down here in the Upstate area of South Carolina. We've had a realtively cool winter. Yesterday was the first day into the 60s and we got close to 70. It was my first chance to do a thorough bike cleaning after all the winter miles, and a first chance to ride outside in shorts and short sleeved jersey.
It was 55 here in southwest VA yesterday, supposed to hit 60 today. There's still snow on the ground from last week, but it's warm and sunny -- a beautiful combination! I'm trying to get all my work done so I can ride all afternoon.
Well, I saw a stand of daffodils in full bloom yesterday down here in the Upstate area of South Carolina. We've had a realtively cool winter. Yesterday was the first day into the 60s and we got close to 70. It was my first chance to do a thorough bike cleaning after all the winter miles, and a first chance to ride outside in shorts and short sleeved jersey.
It was 55 here in southwest VA yesterday, supposed to hit 60 today. There's still snow on the ground from last week, but it's warm and sunny -- a beautiful combination! I'm trying to get all my work done so I can ride all afternoon.
Matt O.
Yeah, but now I'm thinking I liked it cold and 20deg, b/c now we have to put up with the chirping crickets, and tweeting birds, all distracting your concentration, and dammit, to say nothing all those scampering bunnies and other tiny livestock running across the bike trails!
On Fri, 20 Feb 2004 13:09:26 -0500, Badger_South <[email hidden]>
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Yeah, but now I'm thinking I liked it cold and 20deg, b/c now we have to put up with the chirping crickets, and tweeting birds, all distracting your concentration, and dammit, to say nothing all those scampering bunnies and other tiny livestock running across the bike trails!
If all I had to concentrate on was my own huffing and puffing, I wouldn't be riding my bike anymore. I'd be on a trainer.
Or, worse, I'd have been splatted by some inattentive Ford Invasion driver. Whereupon I'd be riding in the endless and empty spaces of my own private purgatory, with only my repentance and the prayers of the faithful to sustain me.
On Fri, 20 Feb 2004 23:36:03 -0500, Luigi de Guzman <[email hidden]>
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Badger_South said:
Yeah, but now I'm thinking I liked it cold and 20deg, b/c now we have to put up with the chirping crickets, and tweeting birds, all distracting your concentration, and dammit, to say nothing all those scampering bunnies and other tiny livestock running across the bike trails!
If all I had to concentrate on was my own huffing and puffing, I wouldn't be riding my bike anymore. I'd be on a trainer.
Well, instead of huffing and puffing, I sing to myself, but not outloud...mostly. Today it was Moody Blues. ;-)
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Or, worse, I'd have been splatted by some inattentive Ford Invasion driver. Whereupon I'd be riding in the endless and empty spaces of my own private purgatory, with only my repentance and the prayers of the faithful to sustain me.