How is it that I rode gravel on Sunday for over 2 hours, no music except the wind in my ears, and rode inside today for an hour, and the times seem to pass at about the same rate? I rode the same gravel route I always do, stopped at the totem pole (Use the blog search for an image) for a Boulevard "Lunar" and rode back home. The gravel was sweet! About 90% snow, with a little gravel sprinkled on top. Made me want a coffee:) and it didn't hurt that I had "On The Loose" by Saga, stuck in my inter cranial MP3! Sometimes I think musicians are cyclists at heart, but that could be a cool post for later, so I'll carry on. (Seriously though, hit the lyrics for that one and read it through.) I rode the trainer today for an hour, no music this time, and it sure felt like a lot longer. Maybe it was the latest project bike staring me down, "Shine my chrome! That bike gets more love than me!" Or the gift wrapping I was allotted to get done, or the million other things I was going to do on my day off? Oh well, wheels were turning at any rate. Still, time passes at alarming rates either way doesn't it? Hoping to enjoy some good family time this week, and hope all your plans unfold for you too. Mike and Amy will hopefully be home Thursday, and my sister will be in town too. That's all the gifts I would ask for. Later!