I brought to work Brady's lobster gloves that I so thankfully borrowed from him on this last weekends Flahute ride. I had a great plan to make a big loop up North and hit his house on the way home so I could deliver his gloves to him. Well, things didn't go as planned. I made my way toward the airport and it just got worse and worse as I started to turn directly into the wind. So I followed my childhood hero's advice.
My nose told me, "Turn around now, or you're going to lose me!" So, I turned around right at the last downtown exit. I then snaked through town to get to Brady's abode and dropped his gloves off in his mailbox. On my return trip home, I passed MOD on his sweet Fisher Simple City. His studded tires made a sound like he was riding on gravel. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like this fellow:
So anyway, I got home and man was I cold. I didn't dress right for the 20 degrees and wind weather. Oh well. It's nice and toasty inside so that's where I'm stayin!