Last week, I was going to write a post to inspire myself and others to get out in the cold, overcast gloom known as winter to ride more often. I was going to link to these lovely, melancholic pictures of the Welsh countryside and the brave accounts of a cyclist riding in frigid Nebraska. Then Groundhog Day came and went without Beauregard Lee seeing his shadow. Yeah, that's right. In the South, we have our own groundhog and he says we only have a few (2?) more weeks of winter. In that case, I don't have to work up the courage to ride under frosty, foreboding conditions for much longer. Thanks, Beau!
Sorry, Yankee friends!