My bike is in my cellar. It is waning away in a drab life between flowerpots and nails (I hope the nails stay away from the tires). Come spring, it will awaken again to new glory.
I'm looking forward to it.
Or should it awaken earlier? Today, I saw a cyclist driving down my hill on a snowy road. I'm not driving
- under 7 degrees celsius
- when it rains
- on snow.
Or so I thought. Who knows what might be in the winter to come.