although I don't have the same desires of snow ball fights and forts, I am anxious to see the fresh snow coating the browning vegetation. I'm riding some of the lesser traveled roads now, trying to acquaint myself with the location of potholes which will be filled with uncompacted snow. My riding has changed from going out early to avoid the heat of the day, to waiting until after lunch so I can ride during the heat of the day, which will be in the 20s and 30s for the next three or four months. That first blanket of sparkling white snow, untrammeled and clean, gives promise of a new beginning. I want to get up early enough to ride through that white world, blazing a track before it is sullied by snowplows or turned to slush by the sun;
and if, by chance, an unsuspecting target presents itself when the freshly fallen snow is of the right consistency...
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