Column: Gone stir crazy in a rainy spring
I feel like it's been a long time since I've used this space to talk about biking. Maybe you're OK with that. Maybe you've noticed, and you were keeping quiet because you thought I'd forget. Maybe you hoped, somewhere deep down within yourself, that I'd take up a more sensible hobby, like knitting or water skiing or riding a balloon up to space and skydiving out.
I won't do any of those things, though. They're too dangerous. Especially knitting. Those needles are huge.