Apropos I should write this as Seattle is about to incur one of the mightiest arctic drafts in recent memory.
Bear witness readers. Canada is about to break wind and we on two wheels are ready to issue a collective shudder.
After a full year of cycling in this city and brief encounters with its bicycle elite, I have decided to throw some swill up against an electronic wall and hope for divinity or perhaps a free lunch.
Certainly there are enough jabbering bearded sycophants typing rubbish about which latest cog will launch participants into prostatic heights.
I'll be limiting myself to just the jabbering, bearded part.
This is about Seattle and those with enough grit to ride in it.
So ladies and germs, pack on your thermal underwear and some worn mittens.
For tonight, we ride.
