there are always those times during the winter when the only action your bike sees is a trainer. it's horrifically boring but it's better than nothing. while pedaling and staring at a motionless concrete floor i constantly think how i take asphalt in nicer weather for granted. so many missed days on the bike that i wish i could get back and then i promise myself that this year will be different and i'll ride every chance i get. it never happens that way, though. sure, i'll ride some but it's never quite as good as i remember or as good as i had hoped it would be. sometimes i think my time has passed on the bike but i still dream of riding often and it is good.
