winter riding blues, that is what I am suffering from. I have ridden outside twice in about as many weeks and it makes me sad...and fat. (I don't mean to make anyone uncomfortable by saying that. I am not looking for sympathy or anything. When guys talk about being fat and slow it is no big deal. So just take it like you would if a guy said it.) Chris would say it is my fault, of course, because I did not go down to camp lynda with everyone else. I felt I had responsibilities that kept me here. I did ride for 6.5 hours while he was gone. Of course, that was just one day down in saint george. I wish I was riding here

or here
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or even here