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Howard
Guest
In a flagrant act of defiance against winter, I skipped the balaclava the other day (18 deg) for my
commute. The first mile or two produced what I described to my coworkers as "a monster ice cream
headache, only instead of ice cream it was bricks."
Fortunatly it's getting warmer. Supposedly we'll see 40 tomorrow. I may wear shorts.
(bitshift, etc...)
commute. The first mile or two produced what I described to my coworkers as "a monster ice cream
headache, only instead of ice cream it was bricks."
Fortunatly it's getting warmer. Supposedly we'll see 40 tomorrow. I may wear shorts.
(bitshift, etc...)
