Up I-80

GLOBAL WARMING, evil bastard.

January 11th. Arguably the dead of winter. I am rocketing up I-80 at breakneck speed, hoping to inhale some mountain air. The highest reaches sport frightfully little snow. Lake Spaulding lay nearly empty. I view the impending summer with foreboding.


I SHOULD HAVE VIEWED the sweeping off-ramp onto State Route 20 with similar emotion. Where the cut bank blocks the sun from the pavement, a thin sheet of ice lays giggling, waiting for me to try to cross on my two-wheeler.

Every ride is a physics test – one that if you pass, you make it home.

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Church of the Open Road Press