Hey there, Mr. Blue.

Finally.

Chicago was rainy, cold, miserable yesterday. We didn't believe it when folks said Wisconsin was sunny and clear, but they didn't lie. By the time we hit the Muir parking lot, it was fifteen degrees warmer. It was a gorgeous day to be out there. Too bad I'm still busy playing chicken/Piglet and let the off camber rocks get the better of me. I'll just swallow my completely overblown and ridiculous fears and ride as fast as I care to tomorrow. ("Hello tree! Hello rock! Are you having a good day, too?")