After being out of town sans bicycle for a few days, I figured the Ogre would want to get out and bid farewell to 2018.
Despite the moderate temperature, a cold wind howled and gusted out of the north. I think it blasted straight down from Hastings, Minnesota. It blew me all over the roads and trails and left me feeling a bit chilled by the time I reached home. Fortunately, a big mug of hot tea warmed me up in time to get ready for a wild and crazy New Year’s Eve.