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Pot Holes and............

I can sum up the experience riding home from work today as joyful. It wasn't because I passed consecutively five traffic lights while they were green, or some motorists were more friendly and sensitive than usual, or texters on foot suddenly have more concern of their safety they look up from the gadget in their hands before they cross the street. Uhh...uhh....nothing of that sorts.

I used to get a little upset over inconsiderate and rude motorists or pedestarians. But, like everybody else and everywhere else, no matter where I go I'll come across these types of people. Along a wide, smooth and lovely Dorchester Ave., I spotted a small pot hole which I swerved away, it dawned to me that there are two types of holes I've come across when I ride my bicycle.

Pot holes and assholes.

I couldn't help chuckling as I pedalled home. The idea of placing these two holes side by side by side was hillarious.

Warm Winter

I have three pairs of North Face running tops that I alternately wear when I run in cold weather. I love these top because they are not only lightweight, the wicking works wonder, it pulls away the moisture from the skin., And that's the beauty of wicking. Anyhow, I have always worn a second layer when the temp. drop below 40F.

This morning I was brave enough to wear only running top without a second layer. No gloves, no hat. The temp. was unbelievably warm for winter. It was 46F. I spent about 30 minutes at the tracl for core workout and ran four lap. The last lap, 100 meter before the fisnih line I picked up the speed which was a mistake. I hadn't run for almost three weeks. I thought I saw a few stars when I got to the end.

When I got to Castle Island, the tide was high and the sun was bright. The pier was empty, which was a bonus because I took my time to stretch while watching the wave crushed the piles underneath. I wonder how long will this warm winter last, but I have no complain.

A Distance Between Now and Summer

A reminder to myself, summer is a few months away. (It.s freaking cold out there).

Sun Stream

I could hear the wind howling outside. Short, short, short and long howling and followed by one long howl. The sound remind me of David Noughton's painful screaming as he turning into a werewolf.

And not only that, as I was sitting at my sewing machine I could see the naked oak tree branches ourtside my living room window lunged at each other. My thought was, "those branches look angry."

But, one huge motivation that propelled me to get up, changed into riding clothes was the bright sun outside. The sun light streamed and fell onto my working table, and that was it.

The one hour quick ride stretched into two hour ride when I took a turn on Boylston Street and kept riding until Boston Garden. I stopped to get a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee and sat outside the Park Street T stop enjoying the 51 degree warm afternoon.

It was so warm, the Hot Dog guy opened his cart.

On my way home on Huntington Ave., the sun light reflected an object that I thought one huge spider web over the small trees.

It turned out a sheet of net thrown over the trees.

New Year at North End.

It was quite warm on the first day of 2012. A good day for a few miles run, but we decided to  explore North End instead. I've been to North End many times before especially during warm weather.

There were not many tourists on the streets, but the place was pretty busy though for winter.  Most restaurants were closed except a few cafes' and bakeries.

The bakery was empty, except two kids behind the caunter. While we were trying to make up our minds to choose either conoly or ricotta cheesecake, the customers walked in one after another. All of sudden the tiny bakery was brimming with customers right to the door, and we looked at each other when we found ourselves at the back of the crowd.

We left the bakery and a few minutes later Ana saw Boston Common Coffee across the street.

Warm December

I'm surprised and glad at the same time that I've been riding a lot this month. In New England,  it is not unusual to wake up one morning in December and find out that I don't need a hat, gloves and winter jacket to go out, but to have 50+ degree at least twice a week is pure joy.

Last month, I was thinking to take my bike for tuning up thinking that the less friendly December weather would be too cold for me too ride, but I was wrong. And I'm glad I was wrong, because I still can enjoy my bicycle riding.

LIGHT

Photo Thursday Challenge.Light

Balaclava

Riding a bicycle in winter without balaclava is brutal. As the day getting shorter and the temp. keep dropping down, I'm getting more comfortable riding in a cold. I enjoy the crispy air as I pedal on the street.

I didn't think twice when I saw balaclava at Marshalls three weeks ago. The price was less than half of normal price if I bought it at sport store. And wearing balaclava in this weahter makes want to continue to ride until it gets too cold.