There wasn’t much biking this winter… other than commuting to work on occasion, and a few round-trips to the grocery store, I fear I availed myself of it far less than I ought to have. I couldn’t say when the last ride of 2004 took place, but a lack of rain gear, will, and the perpetually dreary Oregon drizzle combined to keep me from pedaling, December to March.
A few outings to the neighborhood branch library and Peninsula Park these past two weekends represent all the cycling I’ve done for months, however let them be categorized as but the first creakings of the spring cycling thaw, with much more to come. Thus, I submit another cyclometer entry: 42.3 measly miles. Mind, the cyclometer was installed after 30-odd miles of excursion and many misc. jaunts of unknown distance. Still, were it to top 100 miles (which it likely does) the corrected figure would still be not a patch on the amount of oil-burning driving that I do in three months’ time. Here’s to the one lessening and the other increasing (and me decreasing, while we’re redistributing things).