Aaaargh, I blew it. I was trying to commute every day in May, but I wasn't supposed to work today, and got asked to come in at 10 pm last night. I figured I'd ride, and readied my bike. Then I woke up late to the sounds of HOWLING wind; it kind of sounded a lot like Curly of the Three Stooges. I quickly talked myself out if it, you know how those stooges are, someone always gets hurt. Gusts of 40 mph from the north sounded too intense for a nice commute.

I wanted to kick myself in the butt when I saw one of the other bike commuters I always pass on his bike. He looked to be suffering, but I was jealous. Still, I managed to get some errands done before work, so it wasn't all bad. Eh, yes it was. The suffering looked too good.