Open Bicycle

…but by the time Zack & I left the shop, our favorite grocery purveyor was closed.   All we had was an empty parking lot, the monotone glow of the sodium lamps, and fresh snow on the ground.

Nothing to do but enjoy the last of this long winter:

The last of the meting piles of exhaust stained snow will be gone soon, to be replaced by semi-warm evenings, spring BBQs, and hopeful-if-still-unseasonable shorts-wearing.  See you all out riding!