Temperatures were so mild on Saturday that when I stepped out to take the car for a blood transfusion (read: oil change), it felt like I could drop the coat. So after I got back, Romeo and I decided to take the bikes for a tour. It was a great idea, but man, I am so out of shape that I wonder how long it will take me to get back to last summer’s level. Sunday was a lot chillier (low 40’s), but at this time of year, it takes a few layers to be ready (kind of like going skiing), so once we realized how cold and windy it was, we were already geared up, and there was no going back to pajamas without at least trying for another ride.

The rides were beautiful: very few cars, still no leaves on the trees so we could see a lot more ocean from the road. There are still quite a few houses for sale along the way, but nothing we can afford, so we’ll just have to wait for that famous housing market crash/bubble everyone has been predicting. Just felt great to be out there on a bike with Romeo. Note to self: do that more often.

To all who went skiing instead, after the downpour from last Friday, I hope you had a great time, but I am not jealous. Or am I?