Twofer.

Some friends had to borrow the truck last night, so I threw the bike in the bed, drove over and tossed him the keys, then rode home.  Any excuse to be on the bike is a good one.

Tonight Mike and I did almost 20 klicks in mud and ooze and snow.  You could feel the tires drop through the frozen surface of the mud and then wallow in the caramel center... grody, slick and fun.  Tipped past the freezing point on the way back and the yuck that was packed in and around the rear derailleur froze once I hit the road.  Had to flush it out with hot water and a squirt bottle.

So good to be out and running amok.  Can't wait for summer.