Happy Paris-Roubaix!

Today is the first time in a decade that the weather in the D has been nice enough to ride on the same day as the Paris-Roubaix race.

So I whipped out my Moyo, donned the Bacon socks, slipped on the helmet, and off I went!

The first thing I noticed was that the winter hasn't been too bad to me. I'm still in decent shape since I last rode, and day-um, it felt gooooood! Yeah, the butt was a little sore, the legs were a little tight, but 7 sweet miles and 30 minutes later, I was itching for full-time sunny summer days - sigh!

It was obviously the first ride of the season - the dirt and crap on the road hadn't been cleaned up, and the roads stunk of winter garbage. But the itch in the back of my throat when I drew in a deep breath, and the chirping of the cardinals told me that it's almost time.

Mmmmm... good stuff man, good times.

With the Paris-Roubaix race on Versus at 7pm, I jumped in the shower, opened the windows, and I'm sitting in the recliner watching the Tigers get their asses kicked. I suppose it can't all be perfect, eh?