Holy crap! Old man winter did blow into town last night and I think he was telling me not to ride my bike. When I got onto my bike yesterday morning, it was about 40F and a little humid outside. Not bad at all. Then I punctured about 2 miles into the 15 mile commute. No big deal, I had the tools and there was a nice tree stump to sit on and repair it. No signs of anything sharp protruding into the tire, a new tube installled and I'm rolling again. This ride was feeling pretty easy, since the overpaid weather schmucks on TV told us we'd wake up to 3-7 inches of snow.

The temperature did drop throughout the day and the rain got colder. By the time I was riding home it was in the low/mid 30's F and raining hard. Two more punctures on the way home got me feeling like old man winter was now forcefully trying to say "drive your car, drive your car". But then I'd look around at all the sorry chumps in their cars, honking at eachother and feeling crabby because they had to turn their car heater on and warm up the car before they left. So now they are 6 minutes late for work and I'm in their way.

Old man winter, go screw yourself, your icey streets, your whisker curling northwest winds, your snow banks, your long lines to the shopping mall and the crabiness you give to the people in their cars. I've got two legs, two wheels and a Long Haul Trucker that symbolize a middle finger right at you.