11.82 miles.
Right now it feels I can almost touch it, reach out, throw the handlebars forward and I'm over the line.
But I'm stuck in 6-7 inches of beautiful, picturesque, "looks great from the outside but is a hell-hole to be in when you want to be somewhere else" snow. Going nowhere quickly.
So today, Matthew, I'm going to be Ernest Shackleton and set out on foot to go and bring back bread from the Co-op. Keeps me busy I guess. Not even The Blast will navigate these roads......11.82 miles.......
And I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
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