Freeze Dried Trike

The boid was taunting me -- 'c'mon -- don't be such a weenie. Ride, ride!' Clearly, I had no choice.

When I went out for my trike ride yesterday it was five degrees Fahrenheit with the wind chill making it feel like 12 below. Yes, I do believe I’ve now gone stark, raving fish crackers.

It was bound to happen. I believe I’m genetically disposed to that sort of thing.

The state of fish crackerdom that is.

27 whole degrees is predicted for today -- we’re at eight now. I believe the trike won’t mind if I wait ‘till there’s a few more molecules out there doing the Ultimate Lindy Hop.