It's been 15 days since I rode outside.

I'm unhappy and sad. I'm sure that my perfectly calloused bum is softening up. I gaze longingly at my bikes hanging on the rack and the wheel that sits on my kitchen floor with the tire unmounted as I struggle daily to mount the &*%^$ continental 4000 tire that haunts me.

I spend untold hours peering at the internet in search of the proper rim tape and tire mounting tools, trying to decide which one will help me mount the tire.

I search the internet for the perfect clothing that will make me feel warm and dry enough to want to go out and ride in the cold, rainy, nasty December weather.

Where, oh, where did the sunny, warmer weather go?

My last ride was a lovely 107.5 ride on November 27. Woah....woah...is me.



Please tell me I'm not alone.