Is there indeed safety in numbers? That's what these guys seem to be saying.
Or does it mean that if you're alone, you need a basket?
Actually, the fact that I'm asking questions like that means I've spent too much time (or, at least, more time than I like) off my bike.
At the battle of the Somme, officers were heard to ask, Quand sera-ce fini?: When will it end? That's what almost everyone, even people who love the snow and ice are asking. (Given the way the weather is further straining already-stretched budgets, it might be more pertinent to say, Nous sommes dans le pot de chambre, et nous y serons emmerdes.)
Looking at bicycle-related websites and shopping for things I might need for the upcoming season seems utterly incongruous. Sometimes it feels as if I'm preparing for a day that might not come.
Supposedly, there's only six more weeks of winter: The groundhog didn't see his shadow. Well, with the weather we've been having, there aren't many shadows of anybody or anything!
What if a group of groundhogs came up together? Would they have been more or less likely to see their shadows? Would they be safer? Or, at least, would they be less likely to get snowed in?
