... yea, it's late, but I didn't get in 'til a little while ago.

HIT 8000 miles for the year today

(Ahem... poor "howard..." who wanted to catch me in my annual miles and lit my competitive flame... he lives in Colorado. Need I say more? At least now he has a way of accepting defeat with dignity... it's not as if he could catch upto me in a blizzard!)

A drizzly - but just drizzling; not nearly as wet as the radar looked! - day, so I rode the Gazelle. The folks at a birthday party I went to thought it was grand. I was totally impressed by one guy who arrived about when I did, saw the bike parked outside and said "maybe you want to move it into the garage?" and I said, "but it's already locked." It wasn't locked *to* anything... it's that funky European lock that keeps the wheel from moving.
He walked over and picked it up and put it in the garage - he knew about those kinds of locks already. Like, dude, what a cultured bunch

Howard's got studded tires, though, so I gotta get out there tomorrow!!!