This one was particularly nice, albeit freezing cold. I skipped the Saturday ride (too lazy) but got to see the huge bunch of Spectrum riders on my way back from the gym. And today, Sunday, I dismissed the tiredness of the guy that has been working (on Saturday) until 4 AM in favor of a short ride up and down Foothill.

It was fun. All the old guys are out, and it's a waving fest at every intersection. It feels like after a war, when you crawl out of the bunker and greet everybody that is still alive - the rain kills many a biker's eagerness after a long season.