Not last Sunday, but the Sunday before, we went for a 36 mile ride around the block. Kept the shiny side up and didn’t nudge the backside of hubs once. This season is off to a good start!
True, 36 miles is not very far, but just ask my adductor longus whether that was far enough for the first ride. Yes, thankyouverymuch.
Conditions were definitely early-season and unfortunately, after Monday’s rain, Saturday’s rain, and yesterday’s rain, we’re pretty much starting over.
Doesn’t Mother Nature know we Vermonters love the snow? That we get all giddy and can’t wait to feel the snowflakes landing on our rosy cheeks? That we perform the dandiest Snow-Dance this side of Canada and bow in reverence when she delivers? Eh?
A fierce storm named Hercules? Bring it on!
(Who names these storms, anyway?)
Instead, she dumps the white stuff on Boston and scoots northeast just close enough to dust up the puffins in Nova Scotia…if they were there.
Remember when, if Boston was threatened with a Nor’easter that meant New England was in for a doozy? Nowadays Bostonians take several days off, (because that’s how long it takes to get your car shoveled out of the snowbank – and THEN where do you put it?), and go sliding. We end up looking to the sky in utter disappointment and wonder what the heck happened.
I really shouldn’t rant.
LET. IT. SNOW!