freedom

Spring -- in the climatic sense anyway -- hit this area last week, melting the six months of snow piles stacked up at the far ends of parking lots and the like. Sixty degrees it's been and I finally walked down to the bike store to get the buck-fifty bolt for my pedal crank bar thingy that I've been aching, ACHING, for since it's been pleasant enough to ride. So I have my ride back -- the ability to travel a mile in a fifth the time it takes to walk; the ability to bike the nine miles home from work, getting there more quickly than the bus; the ability to ride to wherever without having to rely a friend to take me.