November morning

It's awfully white outside.

And I'm in denial... looking at bike parts on the internet. 

Who am I kidding? I ain't no winter rider. Not since that day I drifted sideways, slowly down the hill on Clinton Ave. So. on a sheet of ice as I watched a ballet of drifting cars, bicycle and body not knowing where that deadly dance would end. 

But end my winter riding, it did.