Winter whine time

Winter is here….time for my yearly whining about the cold.  I always get depressed this time of year, questioning my existence.  Burnt-out from the holidays....My patience is stretched...the cold aggravates my arthritis....I feel like my job is killing me slowly....wife is pissy cause everything is dead outside.
 

This frost-scraping time of year kills my momentum and keeps me off the bike just enough to turn my mood sour.  I have a hard time getting out the door when it's cold and dark and there's nowhere to ride (without some pesky drivetime that is)... 

I wish I lived at the foot of a mountain. 

 

And then there’s this blog, kind of a modern message-in-the-bottle metaphorical existence, dropping these blog posts in a bottle and cast into the digital sea….

I know there’s a few people who wander over and check out this blog and hopefully I’ll have some epic posts for ya eventually…it helps me to see some cool stuff on others’ blogs to get inspired.  Durn Metro and foxy acquaintances and the local XXC crowd always overachieving some epic hellbent sufferfest rides. (although those are the ones most worth rememberin').... I'll try to do my part and work the machine. 

 

Blogs are kinda silly in a way really...social media, facebook, tumblr, pinterest, whatever...probably killing civilization one kilobyte at a time.  Although perhaps aliens are amused?

According to Nielson, there are something like 181 million bloggers worldwide...and growing.  Have you ever clicked on that “Next Blog” button up there at the top?  All kinds of people blogging about their craft/hobby/obsession/life/whatever….weird...basically all sorts of ways to distract ourselves.






So, as it's winter, time to delve deeper into a couple other of my "hobbies" (one out of necessity/duty, one for self servitude), that is trailwork and home-brewing, separately of course. 


Though I'm sure we could combine the two, it'll just be a pain to cart all the stuff into the woods. 

But then, if I had a gas burner, the occasional boil-over wouldn't make such a mess, and I could work on some trail between hop additions?  Perhaps this is why you find moonshine stills in the middle of the woods?