Oh, yeah - a post or two ago, Lonnie noted my chain difficulties. I need to confess, here, of my curse by a biking half-leprechaun. His curse didn't kill me. It just flattens tires, bends rims, breaks chains. Good thing he wasn't full-blooded.
But, seriously, I've gotten in more than 100 miles on the new chain already. Sure, I can't ride on some trails because they're still under water. I don't think there's any reason to fear riding on the only remaining paved area - the Interstate. There's no danger or curse attached to THAT, surely?
Well, I'd add more inanity here, but I should get out on the bike!