God, I feel like I'm a heroin addict or something. Like I'm crawling out of my skin because the trails and roads are covered in snow and I can't go. Winter sucks, big time. I want to get out there and ride my Crosstrail. Like 40 miles. Think about it all of the time. Bought that Surly, don't get me wrong, it's fun, but it's a different experience. It's not flying, I fly on my Crosstrail. And to me, it's complete freedom, best damned feeling in the world, well, maybe short of sex. I think I'm a real biker now, it's all that I want.