No really... only a few more days...

I was walking from the streetcar to work this morning, and I noticed a definate chill in the air. Fall is fast approaching, I realized, as a reddish leaf taunted me from the sidewalk yesterday. It's happened, I've missed almost the entire riding season. I'm trying to recall how deep into fall I rode last year. I know it was at least late October, early November. I may have even squeezed in a ride in early December. But it gets cold when you're whipping along at 60kph.
I'll have to make the best of the remainder of the season, and buy some warm riding gloves.

As I've written, the mechanic is hoping to have my scooter done this Wednesday. I'm trusting that. His having called me last week was a big, big deal to me.

Who knew that this journey would last over 425 days? (Well, if you ask any of my friends, they saw it coming!) How many times did I think that I was within a couple of days of riding? (Again, ask my friends, they knew how deep my denial ran!)

While this isn't a case of getting the last laugh, or saying "I told you so", I'm sure looking forward to at least being a little bit right at the end of all of this.

In my own inept way, I've held to my guns. I'll do better next time. I may even be able to shave a few months off my "resolution deadline".