By Patrick La Roque
I read Bert’s bike post with a tinge of envy. I know it’s been gray in Belgium, with rain, and all the lovely mud and puddles that come with it.
But from where I’m standing, that just ain’t winter. If my Canadian eyes see green anywhere, the lawn chairs come out.
My bike is hanging off a hook in the basement, waiting for May, at the earliest. I could be a lot more courageous, but I’m not. It also needs a tune-up. Until then we have snow and lots of it. Until then there’s a stationary bike I can hop on, if I whip myself hard enough.
A typical week in February…
