Well, the world didn’t end.  So we went for a ride today despite brutally cold temperatures.  The wind was slight but many roads were treacherous on an originally planned route to the north.  I drove to the downtown Bakehouse because I couldn’t get out of my neighborhood safely on the bike.

“There are roadways not to be traveled, armies not to be attacked.”  Sun-Tzu in The Art of Warfare, 403, BC- (Before Chris K.)

Great rides are like great battles.  I have a library of them. I used to think it was useful to study warfare as a marketing manager and Sun-Tzu wrote the seminal text.  But there’s also, Nelson, Grant, Patton, on and on.  However, these battles that we wage on the streets of Blooomington are more like bayonet and hand to hand combat. in the trenches 

It was raining when I left my house for the Bakehouse and our usual Saturday ride, but there was a barely discernible bright spot in the Western sky.  I had gotten a text from Colin Allen earlier, so I knew that at least he would be there.  The wind was strong out of the South ushering in some warmth would accompany us on the wet trek.