So .. first outdoor ride of the season, on my first-ever race bike, a 1979 Raleigh Professional. After years in my garage, Mike not only got it road-worthy again last spring, but even said nice things about it, after which I moved it to California, where the 1st outdoor ride of 2009 involved riding up to the last and highest KOM of the 6th day of the Tour de California to the applause and cheers of the people waiting for Lance and then waiting, in the snow, myself - with James Kritz who had found me after riding up and down the mountain about 3 times to my 1 time - for that magical moment. Today's 2010 first ride was warmer and flatter, a 50 km loop from my parent's place, which first goes through blooming orchards (the pink almond flowers are the prettiest) and then climbs a bit along a river into the foothills, which are an intense emerald green covered with flaming orange poppies. No more riding this week though as I prepare for the 10 km running race on Saturday that I won (my AG) decisively last year and plan to win again. For Canada.

Running. Its the sport that you can't be done while sitting! ;-)

I guess you could always wear a helmet. Might command some curious glances tho...
Good Luck!

Are you serious about a nazi pig farm or is that just a descriptive term not to be taken literally?

I generally say 'it's so wierd here' everytime I go to America (not to say I don't enjoy myself ...).

Ask Jay how I feel about Walmart. I made my yearly visit and promptly could not bring myself to set foot back into that scary scary warehouse.