So, up here in the wet NW corner of the USA, spring has been a long time coming. It is mid-May and the tulips are still blooming -- normally the petals would have fallen off and the leaves and stems reduced to compost a month ago. But there are signs that spring is in the air, and summer is not far off: tonight, for the first time this year, I rode through a cloud of gnats on the commute home, and inhaled enough enough of the little suckers to cause me to gag and spit for the better part of two blocks. Nasty, to be sure; but there is no clearer sign that the seasons they are a-changin'.
It is also a good reminder that it is not PRO to ride with your mouth gaping wide open unless you are racing flat-out or riding up a hill that would be rated hors categorie if it were located in France. I will try to remember.
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