...I don't really care that it usually doesn't snow in late March, or that this winter [here in Minnesota] has been uncommon with the amounts of snow, hard wind & and exceptionally cold temps...
...no, I really do not care.
Because I am officially SICK of it.
There I said it.
Here's the thing:
I am accustomed to lows of 20, from time to time 10, even occasionally 0... highs of 25, 30 or even 50 during winter. Some snow, every once in a while: 8 to 10 inches in one day even. All that's fine by me, I can dig that.
So, I do not care for this weather any longer. And it's not that I can't handle it, it's not that I'm cold, or a sissy, or can't/don't/won't ride in it ['cause I will/have and do]... nope, none of the above. I don't care for this weather any longer...
...because it's boring and mono-dynamic. And as a former jazz musician: someone who devoted their existence to improvisation, flipping shit on a dime, shooting hard to never play the same thing twice, pushing/pushing/pushing always: I cannot stand boring and ANYTHING that has the inability to surprise [i.e. Mono-Dynamicism i.i.e.e. Repetitive].
That's what's up for me... Weather Mono-Dynamicism. Winter, Snow, Cold, Winds, etc... all of it, it's ^%#$@!%#^@& boring me.
In other news:
Wheelset is done and ready to roll [but I still have the Nokians on, and good thing too-based on what's happenin' outside currently]. Next up... completely Spring-Clean the steed and begin the Brevetizing Upgrades [but again, the weather is delaying all of that].
Chloe's Golden Apple Snail, Escargot, died yesterday [yep, the lil' feller in my previous entry, next to last pic] and she is heartbroken and ticked. We are organizing a ceremony for Chloe to release "Essy" down the Mississippi River in the next day or two. She built him a little boat to carry him off to sea, but I'm going to have to help her revamp it because right now she has it built only from writing paper [and it isn't going to get far constructed that way]. Any Nautical Engineers reading this want to design and build a Funeral Boat for a .04 oz Golden Apple Snail, contact me ASAP.
Keep Ridin... Always