seriously. sunday i put on 60-some miles. i headed straight west and i think i stood for the first 25 miles (damnedtootallfixedgear)...BUT...on the way home i took my balaclava off for the first time in god knows how long. i rode in sunglasses (no goggles) and swore i was getting a sunburn. took monday off then rode tuesday in a nasty wind and cold and swore i was getting frostbite. today jeff and i sprinted to bluffton and back and it was cold but the wind was damn near non-existent. tomorrow its supposed to hover around freezing then something like a week of near 40's with some shitty rain/snow mix. you know the gravels are going to thaw/melt/freeze/melt/freeze/thaw/get sloppy/etc. not that i'm complaining about the warmth, this winter's been cold enough. its just this erratic weather and the unpredictability of the gravel conditions that's getting annoying. excuse the rant. it was that or bitch about a-hole drunks that always want to fight like the d-bag that took a swing at me saturday night when i tried to kick him out of the bar. rednecks, meatheads, thugs...whatever you are or whoever you think you are...most of us party to have a good time. why drink to fight? go be an asshole on your own time. one post, two rants. guess i feel better now.