There are many types of love, and none of them identical.
(F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing)

***Ah Springtime.

Those of you in the midwest and northeast can just hit the back button now. Seattle has decided to bless us with non-rainy weather for the better part of a week. 57 degrees, sunny, mountains out. Well, at least Baker, the Cascades, and the first 10000 feet of Ranier. And the Olymipcs look like something out of a movie. Slightly hazy, in a yellowish light, dramatic shadows.

Saturday, during the height of the sunny afternoon I went inside to a darkish coffeshop to drink caffiene and talk to webloggers; to see what they’re like when they’re not on the other end of an ethernet cable. Well, they’re more fun than a barrel of monkeys (or any other little kids toy). I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

This afternoon, Sunday, I went biking on my road bike for the first time this year. The bike has just been overhauled and cleaned, so that all the shiny bits are bright and unsoiled by road crud.

For the casual reader, one bicycle would seem to be enough. But once you get attach required fenders and other protective paraphanelia, your nice fast racing bicycle now has lots of extraneous stuff hanging off of it. So some people buy a rain bike, in addition to all the other random bikes that cyclists tend to attract.

Biking on the road bike, with fresh new drive train parts. All the shiny bits spinning. Sun. Fresh drivetrain bits make the bike seem new. Shifts just click into place. I need to get away from the computer more often for this sort of ride.

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