Yearning to ride my scooter, I watched the thermometer creep into the 40's and decided to jump on it (the bike, not the thermometer.)
The roads have taken a major beating here, and tire-eating potholes lurk beneath deep puddles of melting snow. The roads were heavy with weekday traffic and I got splashed repeatedly as I serpentined around the craters.
I don't care. It was 37 miles of grin-inducing bliss.
...Operating with impunity in the legal gray area between bicycles and motorcycles....