Man, I felt like a junkie today. I last rode my bike on Wednesday (to work) and then it rained for days. After it cleared up, it was cold...according to my husband. So, I parked the bike on Sunday and thought I would ride to work on Monday. Well, Monday morning arrived and my big bag with my computer in it was sitting in my den. "Crap...honey!!! can you drive my bag up to work today...please???" blink blink bat bat... He said yes, until he saw the weather report..."It's too cold to ride this morning...why don't you wait." This was easy for him to say since he's been riding for the last 18 years...so he can wait... I, on the other hand, don't know how to handle my addiction yet and can't. Well, I thought it was going to be cold at 9:30, but it was a nice 45 F. Man... too late...the fat bag was in my truck with me on the way to work. I looked at the clock anxiously and flew out of the office. I promptly got caught on 75S in some nasty traffic. sigh... I got home with barely 1 hour of sunlight left, ran inside, changed, let the dogs out, ran outside and jumped on my bike... "well, at least I can ride to the grocery store and back." So, I did...I had to... I'm such an addict. Can I get a witness???