Happy newish year!

The last ride of 2011 occurred on New Year's Eve day (to the retail republic of North and Clybourne, if it matters). The outward half was pleasant enough, but the homeward half was a miserable reminder of why I &$#@!ing hate winter. It was also a miserable reminder of what a stubborn jackass I am, because any reasonable person would have taken a bus home or at least gotten off the lakefront.

The first ride of 2012 has yet to occur because I seem to be coming down with some horrible flu-like illness of doom, possibly as a result of the last ride of 2011.