Last week I was running in -15 degree temps and today I found myself walking home in the lower 50s. I heard the roar of motorcycles starting up for the first time this season as I passed several garages and it had me longing to hop on my sexy road-bike.

Once such an idea pops into my head I can't let it go...So I made sure my route home passed by our garage. Between massive puddles of melted snow & tons of gravel on the pavement I was able to ride for a whole 2minutes.

I had forgotten how beautiful, light and nimble she was. It was wonderful. Come on spring!!!