Not Riding...

So I am sitting at home sick. I actually just had to pause in my typing so I could sneeze. I am really wishing I was feeling better. The new machine in my garage is calling to me. I wish I was out riding it. Of course, my legs and butt remind me every couple of minutes that they are desperately trying to prepare for the long rides I am planning for this summers commute.

In what I think was a desperate internal plea for resolve, I taped 4-sale signs up in my 1969 VW yesterday and parked it out on the main road for visibility.

I have already lost 2 pounds since I got the tricycle. That is something.